Having introduced the original Clarks yesterday, it would be harsh not to give it’s English cousin a bit of air space.
The same day I went to Cardiff, I also weaved my merry way to the Clarks pie shop in the sleepy area of Bedminster (sorry) in Bristol. Cruising along the A5 past the Severn basin with an army of joggers and cyclists up above, down below and alongside on a glorious wintry day. Past the […]
There’s a Pieminster around the corner from my place of work. Add this to the Pie & Ale house on Lever Street and the Tib Street Tavern who sell fantastic Great North Pies and you’ve got a formidable triumvirate and there’s an argument to say the Northern Quarter should be renamed the Pie Quarter. Furthermore, the Crusty Cob is only a mile or so away, whose pies you can also find on here if you […]
I took the opportunity to head west a few weeks back to understand the Clarks phenomenon. Pulled up in a working class area of Cardiff to be hit by the sweet aroma of baking and students wheeling shopping trollies back to the supermarket they carried them from on their head’s the previous night just to get the quid back.