I saw these and couldn't believe it. It's like perverting a symbol of northern tradition and culture into a glorified vol au vent.
As far as I can tell, they've stuffed them with rocket, mashed swede, goats cheese, with a delicately poised fin of roast beef. It's so twee it makes Billy Elliott look butch. My ancestors are spinning in their caskets.
For the attention of any southern based mockney chefs; it's a Yorkshire pudding, not a Yorkie. A Yorkie is a dog. The world doesn't end at Watford. Stop de-regionalising my dinner.