It started with a toastie.
Actually, a lot started with this toastie. Mainly the
conviction that I can’t keep eating all these amazing things and not writing
about them. Being whisked around the finest coffee haunts in the south west courtesy of my partner's coffee habit, it
occurred to me that neither of us were talking about the food. And dang Bristol, you do
food well. So sorry all, I’m starting a food blog. It was always going to
happen. I don’t know why I denied it for so long.
My first blog post is to shout from the rooftops the virtues
of Bristol’s Hart’s Bakery. Seriously, listen up because this place is banging.
Being pretty housebound at the minute due to tedious back issues, I was driven
to Hart’s Bakery last weekend for a small brunch outing – one of the best kinds of
outing in my opinion. I had heard a rumour that Laura from Hart’s Bakery does
the best custard tarts in town so I was prepared to be pretty happy at the end
of my visit. Well, I was (and pretty laden down with various bread and pastry
based items too).
