THE humble breakfast bap – please do insert your preferred word for bread bun here to avoid any conflict – is one of life’s truly great pleasures.
Whether you’re on the way to work, having a break, watching the football, catching up with friends or seeing off a hangover, the breakfast bap is always there.
Across Europe and the rest of the globe they have their own, brilliant breakfast traditions.
Pancakes, pastries, preserves, meats, cheeses and even a McMuffin are all treasured parts of morning routines for many, but in my humble opinion, the British breakfast bap is the crème de la crème.
I found myself recently powering up the M6 on an early morning. Hungry and thirsty I hatched a plan.
Three miles down the road was the goal – the world famous Tebay services and a proper breakfast bap awaited.
Despite the presence of the Cumbrian holy trinity – wind, rain and fog – a warm welcome was forthcoming as I walked through the entrance of the northbound service station.
Whilst a local may simply take it for granted, Tebay services deserves its international reputation as a leading roadside rest area.
Had I been to an inferior service station, a prepacked, microwaved breakfast bap with substandard quality meat would have been presented to me and, as a breakfast sandwich connoisseur, this simply would not do.
At Tebay I was served locally sourced bacon and their iconic own recipe Cumberland sausage in a light, flowery bread roll.
The price of said bap is, in my opinion, largely irrelevant. It is the sign of wanting something better.
Tebay is a shining example of what is possible and that the motorist, or indeed the curious tourist, shouldn’t always have to accept the sub-par experiences of many motorway services.
The humble breakfast bap is a heady mix of tradition, memories and good ingredients.
Tebay’s is a fine example of the genre.
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