Found it on YouTube, albeit with ads. Thank you.
You must have been reading my mind when you wrote this post, since it’s almost exactly what I was going to say. One of the best meals I’ve ever had was a heaping platter of hot biscuits and sausage gravy at a Wisconsin road stop deep in the winter of 1985. I loaded the biscuits with butter too, for maximum caloric intake. The dish was served with a bottomless cup of black coffee, and it came to $1.50, which was about all I had on me that day. A side of cheezy grits would have been the perfect accompaniment, but it wasn’t to be. 
I know from personal experience that Brits are also babes in the woods when it comes to PB&J sandwiches, so I think it would be fun to offer them a real treat from Elvis’s cookbook, like the one for which he flew from Memphis to Las Vegas one night.
As a gag, I might also offer them the American version of a Cheese and Pickle sandwich: a slice of Velveeta and a dill pickle between two pieces of Wonder bread, 