![]() So easily, in fact, that a second pint was needed just after our mains arrived. It was a pleasant enough beer that went down easily. What more could I want?īeing in the Midlands, a Dancing Duck was the order of the day for me. It was clear knew how to look after their beer. The drinks were served quickly, and the staff member was friendly. There are several lesser-known real ale choices alongside more famous offerings from Bass and Dancing Duck. Beer is something that The Hand and Heart evidently try to do well. The first thing on the agenda was naturally to order drinks. Was this what eating out was like for our cave-dwelling neanderthal ancestors? The low ceilings, mood lighting, and comfy olde-worlde furniture throughout the cave area created a cosy antithesis to the throng of the outside world, almost rewinding to a simpler time where the stresses of the digital age hadn’t even been imagined. Tonight though, there was less beer-soaked hubbub and more civilised dining. The general vibe of the Hand and Heart was that it was an honest boozer with a tale to tell, no doubt historically frequented by workers from the local Raliegh bike factory who’d wheel in half-cut and bawdy. An archway from the recently refurbished Victorian bar area led to the long sandstone cave area toward the rear, where we’d find our table. Luckily, we got to experience the cave dining as advertised. For this reason, The Hand and Heart was definitely the right way to go. Ye Olde Trip was once a stop-off for Richard the Lionheart’s men on their way to wreak carnage in the Holy Lands.īut it’s said that Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem can be a bit of a tourist trap- and we wanted to hang with merry Nott’s locals, not crusade chasers. In fact, it doesn’t look like a historic relic like fellow Nottingham ‘cave pub’, ‘Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem’ - which is clearly so old it has the word ‘ye’ in its name. It’s probably a couple of hundred years old, its facade looks even younger than that. One thing I’d heard said is that the pub is one of the oldest in the UK. The rear of the pub is actually built into a cave. But did that mean I’d be clubbing bison before spit-roasting them in a dank hovel? Can it?įrom the street, the inconspicuous-looking Hand and Heart promises “cave dining”. So, eating out in the UNESCO City of Literature always causes a sense of trepidation as the menu might throw some linguistic curveballs with literary licence.įinding myself in Nottingham one evening with a growing sense of hunger, I followed a recommendation to head to The Hand and Heart on Derby Road, which is a short walk from the city centre.Īside from the choice of names the city’s residents give their food, Nottingham is where HP brown sauce comes from, so it can’t all be bad. ![]() When the words “food” and “Nottingham” come up in the same sentence, concerns spring up over the fact the good folk of the city call barm cakes “cobs”. ![]()
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