" They walked past offerings displayed on trestle boards and tables... puddings, sliced beef, boiled eggs, paper scoops filled with pickles, olives, salted nuts, or hot green peas glistening with bacon fat. There were roasted potatoes wrapped in waxed paper, crisp slivers of fried fish, smoked oysters crusted with salt, and cones of hardbake sweetmeats or brandy balls. Just a few minutes earlier, Keir had been willing to overlook his hunger in favor of more important concerns. Now that he was surrounded by this profusion of food, however, his empty stomach informed him that nothing else would happen until it was filled.
Merritt stopped at a stall featuring sandwiches, bread and butter, and cake.
"Evenin', milady," the stallkeeper said with a respectful tip of his hat.
"Mr. Gamp," she said warmly. "I've brought this gentleman to try the best ham sandwich in London."
"Smoked Hampshire ham, that's the secret," the stallkeeper said proudly as he set out a pasteboard box. "That, and the missus bakes the bread herself. Barm-leavened, to make it soft and sweet. "

― Lisa Kleypas , Devil in Disguise (The Ravenels, #7)