Running the risk of sounding like the most arrogant city slicker possible – eating outside London is always bit problematic. There is a reason why English food has such a bad reputation, I once spent 48hours in the Peak District and I’m still traumatised. But Lake District has a reputation for foodie heaven so I had high hopes.
First good signs were an abundance of adorable food shops, from specially dedicated chocolate shops (yumm) to organic grocers.
Local produce is a favourite there anyways , and delis litter the street of every village (which are all ever so beautiful, it’s frightening, and people are so nice – unsettling!). It all started well with breakfast at our B&B Denehurst being absolutely divine, I can only recommend it. The full English was good (again, why the sausage, I just don’t know) but the muffin with salmon and scrambled eggs absolutely fantastic. I also had the most wonderful pork belly confit at a bistro called Francine’s, really, just melted off the bone. Again all signs on go.
But Day 2 and things went downhill. The highly recommended Postillon in Bowness had fishcakes that essentially were ginger only, you could not taste anything else. The chocolate fondant was NOT a fondant but a chocolate muffin warmed up. And the starter was a not very good sausage wrapped in bacon and chorizo, meat overload. And as you’re paying London prices easily, I was mightily disappointed. Onto the cake show in Windermere, clearly telling us that enough was enough by serving us a non-finished scone with chocolate in it. The carrot cake was at least two days old and still cost 4 quid. Not impressed, not impressed at all.
Luckily it’s so damned beautiful up there you forget that eating good food is hit and miss. But don’t let it deter you.