What happens when you take flaky British sausage rolls and force them into a Greek identity crisis? You get this absolute unit of a sandwich.
Crispy sausage meat wrapped in golden pastry, sliced up and loaded into flatbreads with tangy tzatziki, sharp pickles, onions, and whatever else your fridge throws at you. It’s a gyro. It’s a sausage roll. It’s a glorious cultural mash-up no one asked for, but everyone’s coming back for seconds.