I’ve always been a bit of a sucker for a traditional, no frills northern pub. I’m not a fan of themes, nor of tarted-up-to-within-an-inch-of-their-lives places that offer dining “experiences”, courtesy of artistic chefs on pretension overload.
Considering how much I love fast food (a Big Mac being my top guilty pleasure), I don’t get takeaways as often as I would like.
My much-missed mum adored poppies so heading into Poppies in Ulverston I was already pre-disposed to like it.
To my shame, my knowledge of our local historic homes is woefully lacking.
WITH the national craze for afternoon tea showing no sign of abating, I headed up to the Lakes recently with a friend to partake in that quintessentially English pastime.
Classical music and Italian food always seem to go together. Don't ask me why - maybe large opera singers warbling about love subliminally make one crave mounds of pasta.
An unexpected lunchtime liaison opportunity presented itself this week – and it led to a very lovely hour.
