It turned out the kitchen at the Joyful Deli did, too. Crisp but yielding black pudding (begone, you naysayers of the pudding, you’re not welcome here); tomatoes beautifully seasoned and actually cooked to a gooey mess, not just melancholy, after a brief trip to the grill; bacon that was thick, but not gammon-thick, with perfectly crisped fat; sausages that grew up in the field next door and were all the better for it; eggs that landed onto hay that morning; and, yes, a ramekin of beans, which I know isn’t everyone’s preferred method of bean-delivery, but I like it. It’s good for dipping the toast (which was also excellent).
Restaurants worth travelling for: The Joyful Deli, Yorkshire (when it reopens after the fire)
