Steak & Cheese.
Hmmm, where to begin? With the price, I suppose. I ignored the alarm bells in my head and bought it in the name of comprehensive research. What a fool I was. The pastry? Limp and rubbery. The filling? Oh dear God! What knavery is this? The 'steak' chunks were so meanly cut it may as well have been mince. And just look at the cheese. It is simply NOT acceptable to plonk a disc of Dairylea-esque gloop in there and hope no-one will notice. Those charlatans at Irvine's have a lot of explaining to do. I think I might write them a letter...