This is The Old Smithy at Monyash. Heart of the Peak District. Not far from
This is proper food. I'm often not that bothered about ingredients and all that - it's not necessarily the important bit of a fry-up. But this is high-quality stuff. You get the feeling this pig was hiking around the dale only 5 minutes ago. And the chips and everything else are delicious.
Half of the place is this magnificent old room, covered in musical instruments and odd paraphenalia. It feels like powerful node in the Peak District walking/folk music/real ale matrix. Splendid place.
But they're not resting on their laurels. There's a nice new extension around the back, a little extra room for when they get busy. This is where we sat.
A fry-up in the winter and ice-cream in the summer. That's the British countryside experience.