More of those photos of food you love, as I travel between Salford and Bury, the two gourmet capitals of the north. In my mind anyway.
A beautiful morning to explore Salford and walk off the previous night’s pie.
Salford may lack Manchester’s expensive craft beer scene and disposable clothes shops, but on a good day Peel Park and the churches along Chapel St shine.
Sadly, the Crescent is still closed, and Lupo was just about to take its stunning Italian breakfasts and espressos off to the Quays. Best breakfast this year, and the sourdough lasted till the weekend.
A fairly slow walk to Victoria, past a pub I never knew actually existed. It looked great, but a pint of Bombardier at 11am is pushing it.
Sadly the one round the corner is long dead…
Good job I’d ate well, as Bury market was closed when I got there on t’tram. I know you’d love to have seen the black pudding and hot potatoes. I couldn’t have walked those off on the half hour up to the Sundial in Walmersley.
The craft tidal wave is clearly irrepressible as it surges into Lancashire. Joining the Clarence and Trackside in the Guide is a modernised Thwaites house next to the sort of street art you see in Bethnal Green.
It’s a classic red brick local, lacking only the lunchtime trade it probably last had in March 2007.
If there were beers from the Thwaites craft range they were well hidden, but who can resist the lure of Wolves’ finest ?
It was decent beer (NBSS 3), served at an ideal temperature, and I watched ten minutes of Real Madrid TV in an empty pub. The pub ticker’s lot.
Perhaps Sunday is the time to come here to see Lancashire complaining at its best. 9.30am opening and a cooked breakfast.
Even better beer, and food, lay ahead.