The Street Food Phenomena – As much as I love a night at the football, it generally always leads to a real food disaster; not because there’s a lack of choice, far from it, the streets are littered with catering van after catering van – selling mainly what my brother refers to as ‘Rat Burgers’.
I don’t think of myself as a food snob, however I cannot help but be conscious of mass-produced food that sits for hours under heat lamps. This goes back to my chicken-on-a-stick in Dublin. I’m scarred for life, but I’ll spare you the details.
A couple of centuries ago, the wharf area of Sowerby Bridge buzzed with industrialised activity. Can you picture it? The canal, after all, was the main route across the Pennines from Manchester and Manchester was home to the ship canal and numerous goods that were transported for miles across the sea. A certain building in the wharf area famously, ‘as it says on the tin’, housed all of the salt brought in from Cheshire, but the busy buzz of industrialization has given way to something I happen to enjoy writing about. That old salt building now houses The Salt Bar and Grill, a restaurant that serves up good cuisine and pays loving tribute to its historical home.
With 3 days to explore, go to the theatre, attend a wedding and at some point relax our recent visit to Stratford Upon Avon was always going to be hectic, the sudden realization that we’d not booked a table for pre-theatre dinner left us scouring the internet for local eateries.
It would be easy to think that finding a small but elegant restaurant on the Andalucía coast would be relatively easy but hard on the pocket, but fear not.
