Being supplied by local business this season.

Another nail in the GasBoards raison d'être and an ever decreasing agenda.

Do we know which local business? I mean Ginsters could be construed as local.

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Pilgrim's pasties are supposed to be the bee's knees.There's also a butchers in Hooe Plymstock that are supposed to make pasties that are out of this world.Any feedback?

Just read the first page of that and can state that you fart whatever you eat so don't try and blame it on the pasties.

Friary Mill are vastly over-rated. They look 'pretty', and the pastry is v.good, but when you ask for a steak pasty, it really ought to have some semblence of steak in it.

Rowes - watery and just awful
Rons - too packed with cubed spud
Warrens - awful awful awful

Can't comment on the Pilgrim ones - ain't been in the pannier market for about 15 years, too many scary people in there.

Totally agree with Hairy J about the Oggy Oggy ones. Really good pasties, decent steak content, but too damn hot most of the time.

Ivors are like Marmite (not literally), but they polarise opinion. Personally, I love'em. Get a field gunner (or giant as they're now called) at just the right temperature to devour - pasty heaven.

My favourite of all time though harks back to the days of standing on the Lyndhurst in the 80's, with a delicious flaky Carlyons pasty. They were the dogs bollocks. Anyone know if they're still going?

I would guess it would be Friary Mill. I've heard nothing from the larger pasty producers (in Cornwall) about this.

I agree that Oggy Oggy are good and recently had a decent Pilgrim Pasty. My favourite is Bodmin's Barnecutts.

If James Brent was any kind of owner his wife would make the pasties. She would be up all night crimping and whotsicalled, turning out tray after tray of golden oggies, each with a hand made club crest.

These pasties, with melt in your mouth pastry and large chunks of tender steak would be the lads pre match meal, full of Westcountry goodness.

She would then sell the pasties outside the Demport End on a barrow, whilst the players wives sold more by wandering through the packed terraces in full Argyle kit.

The pasties would cost £1 and one pasty would contain a golden ticket which guaranteed the recipient £500,000 cash every home game.

Anything less than is just shows a total lack of commitment to the cause and would PROVE that James Brent and his family are not interested in the club and are actually a family of vampires, here sucking the blood out of unsuspecting fans as they take a pish at half time, ensuring that crowds stay under 8,000 every game as part of their long term plan. The only time they failed with this last year when around 11,000 turned up and no-one failed to go home, due to the fact the Brent's were attending a family function back in Transylvannia.

We shall see what happens...........