My second Halifax tick opened at 16:00, despite not being a micropub.
So I had time to squeeze in a quick curry in Dean Clough,
via one of the UK’s great urban walks.
Babar Khan is a recommendation of Curry Heute (the Pubmeister of curry), and although Covid has put paid to the famous lunchtime beloved of office workers the young chap whipped up a very decent “Anything”, which is what I asked for. Probably Lamb Bhuna (and definitely not soup, Dave).
Curry, two rotis and poppadoms for nine quid.
“That’ll be £15,000 pounds please” said the young man, flashing me a smile and handing me a lollipop. Bill Bryson would have paid that and added a tip.
The walk to the western suburb of King’s Cross (near the Big 6) takes about 20 minutes, and I headed there fortified by the spiritual encouragement on the town map.
King’s Cross has a street of tempting takeaways, a weirdly atmospheric church,
a weirdly modernist library,
and 2.7% of the nations basic Tetley houses.
I mean, how can you not love Oddy’s ?
And how can you not love a CAMRA branch like Halifax & Calderdale who can put a proper boozer with Doom Bar in the Guide when all of the rest of town is craft central ?
Yes, of course I had the Doom Bar; £2.70 for a cool, crisp glass (NBSS 3.5) with classic lacings.
My mum called to ask me when I was coming over for Chinese, and I rushed to the courtyard to avoid my phone being nailed to the ceiling. When I came back, my change, wallet and glasses were all waiting for me.