Grimshaws is a small shop with a bright green front and has two counters with tons of scrumptious home made cakes in the window. Two totally unconnected fat lads separately barge in front of me as I walk through the door and the first one orders four pies. Incredulously, the second large chap simply asks “Have you got any French baguettes?” Ooh la la my rotund friend, I wouldn’t have predicted that! They haven't as it happens but the old girl serving pulls out the biggest, shiniest loaf you are likely to ever see. She needs a fork lift truck to lift it! nEverything about this pie is wonderful except for its propensity to fall to bits. Get a plate or suffer a messy fate young pie Jedi. The pie disintegrated in my hands with mush and gravy slopping all over my fingers, a heinous crime indeed. NO LONGER TRADING SADLY!