When I moved to England at first I went to a snack bar in Essex and asked the bird for 2 rolls in square sausage.
"You wat love?"
I assumed it was just the usual language barrier so slowly repeated - 2 rolls in square sausage!
"You mean a sausage bap love??"
Aye whatever just fucking feed me, never been so disappointed, big floury bap with shitey links in it.
Went for 6 months without a square sausage, until I had the bright idea of getting my maw to post me them! Once a month I'd get a shoe box delivered with square sausage, haggis, black pudding!