Saturday, 11 April 2015

The Bridge - Horncastle, Lincolnshire

Horncastle is fast becoming one of my favourite towns. It lies on the edge of the Lincolnshire Wolds, an area of outstanding natural beauty, and it won antiques town of Britain in 2001. It doesn't surprise me either as the town has an abundance of antique and junk shops. I don't think I've ever seen so many in such close proximity to each other. It's amazing. I love junk shopping, finding little treasures and fixing them up again. Finding that classic piece of kitchenalia long forgotten and bringing it a new lease of life. The cache of junk and antiques is so good here that people flock from all over the world to grab a bargain.

What you may struggle to find on your little (large) junk shop hoarding trip is a good place to eat. It's a small town in the middle of no where approximately 10 miles from the nearest city, Lincoln, which is a small one at that so the competition isn't fearce and the customer base isn't huge. What I'm trying to get at is that the options are limited. 

We wandered around a little while peering in to pubs and avoiding chains, and odd looking tapas pubs to finally, after almost resigning ourselves to Tesco sandwiches, stumbling upon 'The Bridge'. A part tearoom part shop it looked inviting from the outside with picnic benches, flowers and a strategically placed vintage bike outside. 

In true tearoom style the furniture and crockery is mismatched, in a town like Horncastle I suspect they aren't short of supplies. The shop sells homemade crafty type items. Think lots of hearts and gingham. It felt like everything on the walls/shelves was for sale. 

The thing that did bother me about the inside was that it looked a little run down, and it was as if they were trying to hide this behind a fa├žade of trinkets. There was damp and mould on the walls and in the corners, not great for asthma suffers. If it wasn't for the other option of Tesco sandwiches I think I would have left purely for this reason. 

We were served by two young ladies, who handled things a lot better than the two young ladies in the tearoom I previously had visited in Yorkshire, and we were seen to quickly and promptly. 

Drinks had an interesting twist, D ordered and apple juice with an inch poured in to the glass and the rest served in the bottle accompanied with slices of Apple. My tea came in a pot and had dolly mixture decorating the saucer. It made me laugh, very unique. The tea thankfully was Yorkshire tea, a rare find in Lincolnshire. 

D ordered broccoli and Stilton soup (a local favourite it would seem as he had this a couple of days before in a cafe round the corner) which came with croutons and a bread roll. It looked a bit watery than my own but you're never going to get better than your own homemade soup, unless you're terrible at cooking. 

I ordered the cream tea (£5) which was basically a scone and a cup of tea, and then some unexpected slices of strawberry. The scone is served warm, jam scooped in to a pot and a individual portion of clotted cream. The portions were perfect and I didn't find myself with too little or too less, which was nice. 

The rest of the menu is tearoom typical with sandwiches, cream teas, Lincolnshire teas (cheese scones), and a black board with the soup of the day and specials on. The special on this day was a beef and kidney stew. 

The prices compare to the Tearooms of Haworth where I've eaten the same for the same price, but I've also eaten the same for cheaper elsewhere too. Then again you're always going to find yourself paying a little more in tourist towns. 

All in all it was 'nice' but unfortunately nothing more. They should really sort out that damp too. 

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