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woody1 · 22nd December 2007, 05:20 PM

I was running late one morning to fish a match at J.C.B in Rocester so i missed the cafe in rugeley. Anyway a hour into the match an old mate o mine showed up, "Nick Van Hoek" that lived locally in the village. I asked him if there was a cafe in rocester and he said no and shortly after disappeared,. An hour later he returned shovin a parcel under my nose wrapped in grease proof paper, the parcel was warm to touch and the smell was like no other and i began to drool and slobber like a rabbid dog, Heyar he said, get that down ya,. 2 slices of fresh crusty bread each about an inch thick with butter and in between there were 4 irish sausage 3 rashers of crispy bacon and laced with fried onions and red sauce. I gotta tell ya it was without a doubt the food of the gods,. Bl**dy delicous.

22nd December 2007, 05:20 PM	#3 (permalink)
woody1 Talk Angling Senior Member Senior Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 263	I was running late one morning to fish a match at J.C.B in Rocester so i missed the cafe in rugeley. Anyway a hour into the match an old mate o mine showed up, "Nick Van Hoek" that lived locally in the village. I asked him if there was a cafe in rocester and he said no and shortly after disappeared,. An hour later he returned shovin a parcel under my nose wrapped in grease proof paper, the parcel was warm to touch and the smell was like no other and i began to drool and slobber like a rabbid dog, Heyar he said, get that down ya,. 2 slices of fresh crusty bread each about an inch thick with butter and in between there were 4 irish sausage 3 rashers of crispy bacon and laced with fried onions and red sauce. I gotta tell ya it was without a doubt the food of the gods,. Bl**dy delicous.