Cirencester is one of those places that, no matter whether you live there or not, you just have to adopt a West Country accent to say it. When I came here, I was initially looking for a Halls Bakery within the castle walks but I simply couldn’t find it. Parked on double yellows running around in the pissing rain like a drowned rat. How dare the Romans not provide multi storey short stay (preferably free) parking in their 9th century settlements?
I didn’t have the best experience here let’s say. However, I was met by a vision of inspiration in the form of Jesse Smiths Butchers. It wasn’t on my list but gained ingress to the hallowed halls of my forthcoming periodical by virtue of appearing when I couldn’t find what I was actually looking for. Bonus!
Containing a fine range of russet coloured pies including an exotic sounding lamb and apricot, I opted for the mystifying Wychwood Pork Pie. My brain possibly got a little confused as I associate Wychwood with cider but in any case what I uncovered consisted of fine, cured pork pie and a large, well filled casing full of juicy, rich sausage meat served by a chap with a handlebar moustache.
Actually I’m not sure about the last bit but if your name is Jesse and you’re a chap, surely you should have some form of extravagant facial hair.
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You’ll receive it as soon as I’ve finished my pie!