What kind of drab, odious fucking oily squid do you have to be to order a baked potato in a pub or cafe? Certainly RickB or Ding behaviour.  If you can cook it at home within 5 minutes flat with the mental capacity of a doorknob, why pay 4 times the mark up price elsewhere? The last refuge of an unadventurous cunt who thinks ordering a prawn cocktail is pushing the boat out. Probably seen as a treat compared to the usual fare of Flinders crispy pancakes and butterless bread enjoye