Our B&B in Stratford was a cute little place called the Curtain Call. Although I dropped the luggage off there en-route to the wedding reception, and then we limped up to the room somewhere in the middle of the night, I didn’t get much of a look at the place until the following morning. It was cute!
But oooh, it was an aching head moment the following morning, sitting in full sun with the effects of late night dancing, eating and drinking still pounding in the head. Plus, breakfast was served only between 8 and 9 am. As in, eat it *before* 9 am. So really, it’s breakfast at 8 or 8:30 am.
Add to the confusion the man who came out to bring our coffee, tea and juice. Turned out he was American! The Inn is run by a couple – Cheryl and Dave, a British woman and an American man, former military based in the Cotswalls who fell in love with the area and an area woman, and stayed. Both were fun to talk to. They took great pride in running their businesses and serving up a fantastic full English breakfast and taking great care that the ingredients were of the highest quality and locally sourced. Free-range eggs, and sausages procured from a small business butcher and the Inn owner had visited the very farms the pigs came from. Plus bacon, beans, tomato, toast, and an assortment of cereals and milk.
Really, for £65/night, for two people with a private WC and shower, and including this great breakfast for two, in Stratford, for a Saturday night? That’s an amazing deal, it’s only about $100 total. Bravo.
The Curtain Call
It seems there are two pubs in all of Inkberrow. They are right next to each other, and involve a Bull. Well, now you know what happened to the head of the Old Bull when he got shipped off to the glue factory. Kidding!
The Bull’s Head is the newer of the pubs, and offers accommodation. This is where we stayed the night before the wedding, along with the groom and his party. So, drinks a plenty.
I seem to recall that the gang stayed up quite late at night, and involves cigars that may or may not have been initiated by me and at one point we were told to hush, but my jetlag had gotten the better of me and I spent most of the time crashed on the bed while people talked around me. That is better than Sanda, who was just like me – conked out – but sleeping mostly upright on the floor. Anyway!
By the next morning we were bleery and tired. This is when the gracious powers of the Bull’s Head talents came into play. Our Bed and Breakfast included a gorgeous full English breakfast with many options and I believe we took all of them, *especially* the black pudding.
The dining area is separate to the pub dining area and is nicely appointed with dark wood tables and good light. The table was loaded with all the proper accountrements of breakfast. Pots of tea, caffetieres of coffee, sugar and creamer bowls, endless spoons and hot plates of fried eggs, bacon, sausage, black pudding, tomatoes, mushrooms, potatoes, beans and fried bread. Gorgeous!
Who ordered the beer?! That’s not morning juice! Oh well, it was all good. The bloody mary cocktails were especially welcome, and the price tag was dead reasonable, £3.75 each.
The Bull’s Head Inn