I haven't eaten such proletarian fare in a long time. I'm rather looking forward to it.
It will, of course, be presented ironically.
Yes. As I've got older, I've come to realise that there is only so much joy to be squeezed from a sausage. As a child, they were impossibly wonderful things. 'What's for dinner?' 'Sausage, chips and peas!' Huzzah! Now, the prospect of sausage has no such effect. I just think: oh...sausages.