Lanchester is one hour north of Manchester and last month went there to have dinner with KC’s Dad. We were running late, so by the time we got there and headed out the door, it was already 8.30pm. The local idea was full and had a 30 minute wait. The next idea was full, the next idea had stopped making dinners.
On our fourth, finally we found a table until KC asked “hmmm do they serve alcohol here?” The reply was not conducive to dining out that night, so again we headed out into the night to continue to stumble door to door to full restaurants.
What recession?
Finally we came across 1725 Tapa’s after an hour of looking for somewhere to eat on hungry tummies slowly winding us all up. 1725 Tapas had a Jazz band playing – KC’s Dads favourite music, and served us with gorgeous food, and great service. The tension built from the hour looking, quickly disappeared with our waitresses empathetic service, and a swift pint, giving us a lesson in, if you keep trying you will find somewhere perfect.
It was a late one, making a coffee tasting essential. I asked for my usual macchiato but they did not know what it was, so a double espresso with a side of milk was agreed on, and it came out to wow my taste buds. My espresso with a bit on the side may just be the best way to ask for my macchiato in future. Especially after my Moose experience… coming soon.
