My town is officially one of the top 5 fattest places in England. We used to have two Greggs very close to each other in the town centre. I used to joke to my wife that was so they could go from the Council offices, where many seem to work, and do a round trip to the first one to pick up a steak bake then eat it en route while still looking at their mobile phone and then into the second one to pick up a coffee and a doughnut and back to the office with only a 200 yard walk.
I do admire Greggs as a business though and absolutely nothing wrong with their products. Just needs to be eaten in moderation like all things and as my wife is a Geordie she was practically weaned straight onto a Greggs stottie cake. Although, that said, she is still is a mere slip of a girl compared to the average woman of my town.
Never understood the fascination with Greggs. On one of my trips to the auld country I stopped at a service point with a Greggs so thought I'd get something warm to eat. I went for a sausage roll. It was minging, not in the sense of being mouldy or the likes just a taste that would have caused a hungry dog to think twice. I binned it after a couple of bites. Others were stuffing their pie holes with them. Here endethed my one and what will be my only trip to Greggs.