Thank the heavens that Sir Walter Raleigh, discovered the potato on his unsuccessful quest for gold and brought subsequent joy to millions in this country (he was a bit of a shit but his potato bearing does almost make up for it). All formats of the ever so versatile potato are more than welcome in my belly (obviously apart from the offensively bland boiled version) but my absolute favourite would have to be the jacket. It is officially the best thing since sliced bread, which is actually a bit crap when you think of the all the superior modern day alternatives.
One of my favourite JP hangouts is No 1 Cafe. It's just around the corner from my old work and I used to go there every lunch time, because quite frankly a Pret a Manger sandwich will do nothing to stem the perpetual hangover of London's unfortunate retail worker community. A jacket potato on the other hand with lashings of butter- dumped on the hot potato before the filling rather than provided in a pathetic sachet afterwards (seriously, this has happened to me before) is just what the alcoholic ordered.
Speaking of fillings, No 1 has them all. From old standards like beans and cheese to gross inventions like minted lamb. You can have these fillings in a sandwich on various different types of bread but to be honest, if your going for carbs, you might as well go whole hog as it were. read more