Mandy’s parents are currently staying with us for a few days, so we are taking lots of trips into the countryside to see what we can see. Carys (Mandy’s mum) quite fancied seeing a little town in the Peak District, and on the way there we decided to stop at a little place called Bakewell.
This was all going well until we decided to go to a restaurant/cafe to have a bite to eat as we had been travelling for a couple of hours and Matthew needed his lunch.
After trying a couple of places we finally managed to get into a little place called The Bakewell Pudding Cafe. This is not to be confused with The Old Original Bakewell Pudding Shop, which although is in the same town, must have been better than this dive.
After sitting down to a table strewn with mouldy advertisements for coffee and a few brochures that had been sat there so long that they had welded themselves into the table top. It wasn´t particularly busy in there but it took us 10 minutes to get seen by anyone and given a menu. After about 20 minutes they finally decided that we might be ready to order and came over. The girl who took our order got it wrong on paper three times before she finally got it right and went away. After another 20 minutes had passed they finally told us that the soup we had ordered was not available, so we chose something else from the menu. Our order consisted of two bacon baps, two sausage baps and a cheeseburger. This is how they appeared on the menu, and how they where described when ordered. I understand that a "bap" is a bread roll, and so that is what we were expecting.
Indecently, the two girls who were waitressing there looked and acted like they resented us for being there, keeping them away from the rest of their life. All we got was snotty little sneers and nasty scowls, and answers of "wha…?" to my polite questioning.
When the baps finally came it became apparent that they had no concept of what a bap was. Everything we had ordered came crammed between two slices of the cheapest bread I have ever seen, even the burger, when it appeared 20 minutes after everything else. Plus, when the food arrived we still hadn´t been given any cutlery, so I had to go and ask.
So after we had eaten we had to go and pay the bill at a counter. I only took £10 with me as I couldn´t think of it being any more than that. The bill came to over £21! All we had was 3 cups of tea, 2 bacon sandwiches, 2 sausage sandwiches, a beef burger and cheese in two slices of bead and a cup of milk. The meal consisted of everything I have described here, there was no salads, or any extras at all. It took us over an hour and a half to get through that lunch, after which we had to leave Bakewell completely as the car part ticket was about to run out.
Suffice to say that I will never waste my money on that crappy little cafe ever again, and I suggest you don´t go there either.