For Valentine’s Day (yes, yes it is March now, thank you), my favorite man and I had a cute gallivant about Bath before heading down to his home town for a week.
As soon as we arrived we decided we were hungry, and conveniently right outside the station is the grill to end all grills. Or, at least, all British grills pretending to be proper grills. This place does the trick. Not only aesthetically pleasing with it’s corrugated archways (sorry, ‘vaults’), it just has that solid atmosphere: the atmosphere that says “yeah, yeah I like it here” and you smoosh yourself into the seat and decide to stay for dessert before you’ve actually looked at the menu.
Grillstock. We missed the lunchtime rush (a queue formed about 20 minutes after we’d sat down), and it’s obviously quite the go-to place. There were couples, families, some of the elderly blatantly disregarding their doctors. I was impressed price wise, which says a lot because I can’t normally stomach sit-down restaurant prices. Cheaper than TGIF, American style portion sizes, and far less fast-food-y than Five Guys. It’s a perfect combination of counter ordering and quick service, specialised food, and the restaurant experience. I ordered a smokestack burger with a side of mac and cheese and good lord was it worth it. If you’re feeling extra brave and empty inside, you can go for the ‘Grand Champion’, a six kilo gastronomic nightmare, destined to turn your insides into meaty mush. A marine-type was giving it a go a couple of tables away from us; I may or may not have made up excuses to walk past a couple times to track his progress. He got through half the rack, two burgers and one hot dog before calling it quits. Weak effort, my friend!
Plus the bathrooms yo. Any bathroom with its own speakers is an instant up-vote for me. See below to get a taste of those portion sizes!
And after stuffing ourselves senseless..
Bath is incredibly picturesque. Seeped in history, lots of white stone and cobbled lanes, with the odd grassy square. And tourists. Oh, lots and lots of tourists. Actually worse than Oxford, I found – particularly as it was a) a Saturday and b) the first properly lovely day we’ve had this year. I actually took my jacket off at one point! A small miracle worthy of that exclamation mark.
We beelined for the Royal Crescent, mostly so I could relive Persuasion and look out for Captain Wentworth. If you’re keen for a visit yourself, the Bath tourist website actually offers a fantastically put together map with popular film locations on it – it would be wonderfully easy to make up your own walking tour.
And as it was Valentine’s Day, I bullied the poor Hugo into taking some rather soppy photos with me!