The home of sticky toffee pudding looks exactly like it does on the box. Except for the sign advertising segway rides. And the BT telephone box. And the lack of an oversized whisk in the window. But I’m just being picky.
It’s a lovely little place, but let’s cut to the chase. We’re here for one reason.
What’s brown and sticky?
Yes, but that isn’t why we’re here. We’re here for the sticky toffee pudding. The Café wasn’t accessible for a sleeping baby in a pram (tut!), so we did what any respectable person would do. We bought one, took it home with us, and pretended we were in an idyllic town in the Lake District chowing down on a brown sticky thing. A stick! No! A pudding!
Was it a cake? No, it was a classic British pudding. As old as the Lake District Hills… as viewed by someone eating a sticky toffee pudding and looking at the hills in the 1970s, as that is when sticky toffee pudding was invented. It wasn’t invented in Cartmel, but at Sharrow Bay, a hotel on the shores of Ullswater.
Taste: Nothing like a stick. More like toffee and dates.
Taste rating: 8/10 or ‘nom nom nom’ / 10
Date: Saturday 1st April
Days since last cake: 10