To my regret, I have not managed to go back to Stratford since the fateful day that my car, Grace, failed her MOT. Of course Louise and I drove through on our way back from The Bell Inn. This, as you well know, is not the same as a saunter through this most magnificent town.
In honesty, I have been through the wars these last two weeks. I won’t bore you with the details. However, we can all relate on some level to the need to escape when things become overwhelming. Such an urge took me recently, and I fled to Stratford-Upon-Avon for the weekend.
“The coleslaw was great” Matthew
I’d been to HR coffee before the recent change of ownership. I remember being treated very well and the food being superb quality. I noticed the change before I queried it, as the entire staff had changed since my last visit, which was in August of last year. Nonetheless, my experience of HR remains positive.
HR provides a delightful selection of lunch food from gourmet paninis to fresh homity pies. On this occasion, Matthew wasn’t feeling his usual peachy self and opted for the mozzarella and tomato panini. The poor boy then voiced concerns about the dish being bland. In the history of mankind, there was never such a bland dish as a mozzarella and tomato panini. Why it appears on menus at all is deeply concerning.
I on the other hand, opted for a dish with a modicum of flavour. The chicken and chorizo toasted brioche melt. Now, here was a dish with a little bit of flare. The contrasting flavours married beautifully in a sea of melted cheddar. This meal was filling and extremely good quality. One can forgive the fact that I was given a two day old brioche bun on account of the delightful amalgam held within its yeasty confines.
As a reminder, if you have not been to the Stratford Butterfly Farm yet, I suggest you do so with haste. Wear something bright if you want to look as wonderful as I do in the above photograph.