retiredmartin

May 2026. Bradford.

You can always trust a person who likes Bradford, or Blackpool, or is torn on the virtues of Maidenhead.

The Southworths always seem impressed by Bradford’s centenary square; the city hall, the fountains, the Wetherspoons,

the view across to the Alhambra and the wonderfully revitalised Science and Media Museum, where we joined Joan and Dave admiring the Cottingley fairies and something you may recognise from Doctor Who.

A masterpiece of a museum, spacious and endlessly interesting. But there’s only so much culture you can throw at Americans, and beer and curry called.

And here’s the thing; central Bradford is a bit lacking in classic pubs these days, with the Fighting Cocks and Corn Dolly a bit far out.

But what’s this opposite the city hall ?

Bank Holiday brings EDM and beer under canvas to Bradford. Only cask from Ilkley,

the plastic glass knocking Mary Jane to a 3, which is OK.

It was cold under canvas, which doesn’t help. A late afternoon curry at one of the Bratfud classics called, but the International was completely booked for hours, so we struggled on up Morley Road for a bit to My Peshwar,

which is so new that Curry Heute hasn’t been yet. In contrast to the International, My Peshwar was largely local Pakistani trade, with a wonderful family atmosphere (and fantastic staff).

I thought the mixed grill, particularly the fish, was a winner; Dave is a curry pro who had to taste the karahai as well.

I tried my very best, but I couldn’t quite help him finish it.