openings, encouragingly enough STAN Sausage roll nirvana at Bakesmiths

from Bristol Life - Issue 289

by MediaClash

INTRO Take us to Church

CAFÉ SOCIETY STAN CULLIMORE

It’s only sausage roll, but Stan likes it Stan gets some serious pastry satisfaction at Bakesmiths

If desperate times call for desperate measures, well, I’m starting to think that new abnormalities call for new habits. New crazy ways of being, in a world of lockdown illogic.

In this case, it all started with a trip down the Whiteladies Road, all the way down. The sort of trip where you shoot straight past the Everyman Cinema without passing go, not stopping till you get to M&S. At which point you cross the road, like a chicken in search of a punchline.

“I didn’t check what the seeds were. By now I was past caring. I was in the loving arms of savoury snack paradise”

May not sound like much when you read these words, but when you’re doing this trip before breakfast, with nothing to keep you going except the promise of good times and coee ahead, well, it becomes more of a labour of love. Or lust, in my case.

It all started when my good lady wife discovered that Bakesmiths, the renowned finebaked goods emporium down there, opens nice and early every morning. At least, I think it’s every morning. To be honest, I never got round to checking. For reasons which may become obvious.

Either way, Mrs Cullimore suggested we should go there for an early morning coee and snack.

Normally, I would treat that sort of suggestion, the sort that involves early morning pavement bashing, with a dismissive wave of the hand, the sort it so richly deserves. After which, I would turn over in bed and go back to the more sensible business of snoozing.

But on this occasion she had an ace up her sleeve. A whole deck of them, in fact. You see, it turns out that Bakesmiths doesn’t just bake bread and sweet pastries, it also makes a mean sausage roll. In fact, it makes several dierent varieties, covering the whole range from vegan, to veggie to carnivore. (Again, I didn’t check. By the time we got there, I was on a mission. Facts were less important than feelings. And I felt snackish.)

If rolls of sausage aren’t enough to tempt you out of bed, hang on, because this gets better. These beauties are, apparently, world-famous. I’m not sure how big a portion of the world we’re talking here, but truth is, when it comes to sausage rolls, I’m not overly interested in details. I’m more interesting in eating the things.

Long story short, early in the morning after all this was brought to my attention, we put the pooches on their leads and headed down to get ourselves some serious sausage roll action.

Reader, I was not disappointed. I went for the classic. A baked beast with a sprinkling of fennel seeds (or similar) on top, adding even more snap and crackle to the taste sensation. (Obviously, I didn’t check what the seeds were. By now, I was past caring. I was in the loving arms of savoury snack paradise.)

So if you are ever in the market for a breakfast bap or exquisite sausage roll, I can thoroughly recommend this place. he coee is rather nice too. n

Former Housemartins guitarist Stan is now a journalist and travel writer stancullimore.com