IN SEARCH OF THE PERFECT
LATE AT NIGHT, DRIVING ALONG a motorway, I have the munchies. A Scotch egg calls to me from the fridge of a nearby service station, beckoning a purchase. As I bite at its unyielding shell of parched crumbs and processed meat, a rubberised egg bounces about within. This controversial snack object - both friend and foe - will repeat on me for the rest of the journey, imprinting a lesson sure to last until... the next time.
The perfect pairing – a Scotch egg and a pint, at The Drapers Arms in Islington
Photos STEVE RYAN @_steveryan_