They aren't your normal Booker Chef's Larder/Makro ones. Seen the posh ones ages ago round here as a Gloucestershire company. We did the maths when in a pub in Frome that was selling them, can't remember the difference between buying online for posh big jar against walking into my local Booker but there is as hell of a difference per egg.
I too am quite partial to a pickled egg in a packet of crisps. The posh ones are in rice vinegar which is less acrid, if anyone cares - they have been at GBBF for quite a few years.
I have come across a few pubs with home made ones, but don't ask me where!
On leaving the bar, I felt a strong blow to the back of my head. Turning round, I discovered it was the pavement
I think pickled eggs were a very big East End thing. The most gastrofied pub I've seen them in is The Sutton Arms and I think the Southampton Arms sells them. They are standard fayre in fish 'n' chip shops here.
I love eggs in all their forms and pickled things too. When I was a kid, I'd always sprinkle Sarson's on my fried eggs. I've never been tempted by a pickled egg, though I was never sure if they were pickled in vinegar or brine. If the former, aren't they incredibly rubbery?
Yorkshire pubs tend to be quite generous with pub snacks, particularly on a Sunday. The best place I came across was The Shepherds Boy, Dewsbury. My daughter was having a riding lesson nearby and I'd snuck away for a swifty. The bar had several platters of pork pies, scotch eggs, black pudding and bread with 'mucky fat' (beef dripping, to non-Yorkshire folk). Marvellous.
Peanuts are my snack of choice, (bags only) but I praise the Lord for TePe brushes! Being of a certain age, once I've emptied my bladder, on returning home, I often have a quick session clearing my gums.
'And where he supped the past lived still. And where he sipped the glass brimmed full' John Barleycorn, Carol Ann Duffy.