The fist time I came across a scotch egg with black pudding was when I was in Oxford. I was busy, in a bit of a rush. But paused to glance through the menu outside a pub in one of the side streets.
I couldn’t stop. Just made a mental note to pop back another time.
Which I never did.
I then got my chance to try one a few weeks later at The Croque Shop in Brighton.
And again at the Farmers Market in Chichester which is held every first and third Friday each month.