The much-loved bacon sandwich needs no hagiography from me, the holy trinity of bread, salty fatty pork and piquant sauce being a bona fide national institution. Indeed, so central a part does it play in British culture that it’s impossible to imagine any other dish which so reliably raises the national spirits in times of trouble – devoured by hungry builders, peckish pensioners and footsore royal wedding goers with equal enthusiasm, it’s the simple pleasure which unites the country. And if you don’t eat pork, I’m sorry. Trust me, if you did, you’d love bacon sandwiches just as much as the rest of us. Read more