Roll and sausage for breakfast fae the wee gaff at the top of the road. Frequented by builders, taxi drivers and the like, and enjoyed by the many office workers of the area too, it’s an old fashioned sandwich shop with a big grill at the big… the smell of bacon in the morning is the only reason I walk past it!

I spotted a sign in there, which I don’t recall seeing before:
“There are no chickens in this store, please refer to the ladies as ‘Miss'”

You’ll need to know you’re Glaswegian to understand that one I think! 😉