As night follows days and lockdown follows opening up, so Bury follows Ramsbottom.
This post would have been about a new brewery owned bar in Bury, but sadly their website and Facebook had different opening hours to the ones pinned on their front door, Martin Luther style. I told them their hours were wrong, and they’ve now been updated. I live to serve.
When I do return to tick I’ll do a few other Bury GBG favourites for you to get good value from the all day tram ticket.
So my visit to Lancashire’s culinary capital last week was a short one, taking in the blue skies I’d brought from Sheffield,
the famous big mens casual wear shop (no comment),
and the world famous Bury Market, in a world which centres around east Lancashire, anyway.
I’ve been here before, of course, but like me you have memories like sieves and will have forgotten how wonderful the black pudding stall is.
The highlight of the purchase is the chap (possibly not the original Mr Chadwick) asking “A hot one ?” when you ask for one to eat now and a big one to take away (£2.20 for both).
Bloomin’ gorgeous, it is, though to be honest the one I cooked at home myself was even better. Not as good as the white pudding though, but that’s a rarity outside Dereham.
Now THAT is how to make a mess of your clothes with piccalilli. I’ll have to get some more clothes from my dad’s wardrobe when I go home again.
Perhaps I should take him some tripe home and do a swap, but knowing my mum she’d make curtains out of that cowheel.