Dominic: Why bother with the Yorkshire pudding? You’d have a perfectly pleasant meal of bangers and mash and onion gravy without it. You don’t feel that you were carbing it up too much?
You fill up my senses
Like a gallon of Magnet
Like a packet of Woodbine
Like a good pinch of snuff
Like a night out in Sheffield
Like a greasy chip butty
Like Sheffield United
Come fill me again
Note: one of those items is significantly less appealing than the other. It’s up to you to figure out which is which.
Note 2: How a team as brilliant as the Blades ended up with such a disgusting chant is beyond me but that’s football for you, eh?
How could anyone from Wigan not include…
Tripe, with vinegar in every 'ole
Tripe and Onions
Cow Heel
Black peas and vinegar
Incidentally the only black pudding worth eating are those from Bury.
Buy one piping hot on Bury market, smear it with HOT English mustard, you’ll never believe how good they are.
I figured it out…it’s Sheffield Utd…right? 
This whole thread is puzzling me. Are you saying northern England has its own distinctive cuisine? As opposed to southern England, western, england, central england, etc.? How can such tiny areas have their own cuisines? Hell, the state I live in, Georgia, which is bigger than the whole of England by 9,000 square miles, doesn’t have regional cuisines. There may be some miniscule differences between the Appalachian north and the sothern plains, but I don’t know of any. The only regionally unique dish in Georgia would probably be Brunswick stew but there are debates about whether it really originated in Georgia.
Would these regional dishes have orginated because of England’s longer history, with relatively little travel during the Dark Ages? Are these ancient dishes? Or is there some other explanation? Preferably, a more sinister one?
One Neil Warnock…there’s only one Neil Warnock…
No, that would be silly. It divides into much smaller areas than that. I dare say there are people in Manchester who don’t even know what a stotty cake is.
Yes, and not just in the dark ages. The relative homogeneity of an American state is because of wholesale immigration. Britain’s localised cultural features have survived thanks to far less internal migration. (Think of the dozens, perhaps hundreds, of identifiable local accents.)
On the other hand, I don’t think anyone will claim that there’s a distinctive regional cuisine as such to be found anywhere in the country, but there’s certainly dishes and foods with a specific local identity.
Trot and kip with quince preserve.
A nice [Pigeon Pie](Trot and kip with quince preserve.).
You know, I have absolutely no clue what any of you are talking about. Except maybe for the mashed potatoes.
Guess I’d better get a-Googling. I may be missing out on potential deliciousness.
Indeed we in the Norf of Merrie England have our own cuisine.
Darn sarf they actually eat the following disgusting foodstuffs (I use the term loosely y’unnerstand…
Jellied Eels…imagine swallowing snail slime :eek:
Winkles… tiny little farting things dug out of shells with fucking PIN
Whelks…bit like chewing an ear, only tougher
Ooop Norf such stuff would be cast aside like a sodden glove.
No It’s fair to say that we poor Norverners have developed a more discerning palate which is why we consume vast quantities of cow heel and tripe and cooked elder 
Now Stuart Pearce I’ve heard of but who the hell is this Warlock
I did say there was only one Colin. 
Mushy peas!
Because it tastes good? It’s not something I made up, it’s a traditional dish. You can buy it as a ready meal in any supermarket.
Because after my Grandma died nobody actually eats any of that stuff any more 
You’re right, I forgot the black peas, although I thought they were only eaten on Bonfire Night.
I think it’s Parkin that’s only eaten on Bonfire night, that and half cooked spuds done in the bonfire
You mean Chip Shop mushies of course and not those abominations they sell in tins…yuck :mad:
Of course there is, the old master himself, Colin Bell
There was parkin on the dessert menu of the restuarant I had lunch in yesterday. I’d never heard of it, but it sounds amazing (especially served with golden syrup and ice cream as this was). Sadly I was full by then and I couldn’t persuade my wife to order it so I could have a bite…
That explanation certainly seems sinister enough…