I post this by way of a public service. I went off Xmas shopping for a British partner who had recently waxed nostalgic. Among many purchases was a steak pie and a half dozen fern tarts. The pie was, well...just dreadful. We followed the heat up directions to the letter but at first bite, it became clear that the pastry was off (mildly sodden) and the alleged steak was inedibly salty. I soldiered through my piece and my partner refused (wise move as I felt somewhat sick all evening with a sort of m.s.g. headachy buzz). The tarts turned out to be museum pieces--so dry inside that it took quite a manly chomp to crack through. Worried about the chocolate stocking stuffers I got, I broke into one pack this morning and discovered that, although they were within the expiry date, they had been improperly stored and had melted and resolidified with truly unappetizing consequences. As my partner said, there's a reason Britain is going down the tubes. And btw, this place is not cheap. I'm still in shock.