‘Do you reckon he’ll let me go off menu?’
Thankfully the server at JC’s Kitchen was happy to oblige to my cheeky request and, in seeing my immense box of food, my husband opted for exactly the same thing. We’d spent the morning exploring Bath together in our 2-days married candy floss bubble. We walked arm in arm down the aisle in Bath Abbey joking that we were now experts in aisle walking. I felt quite emotional sat in a pew at the front thinking about the past few days; next to me my husband was Googling where we could go for lunch. I’m sure Jesus didn’t mind, I’ve heard he loves a feast.
I‘m a big fan of street food or any kind of foodie place that serves from a shed/ tent/ shack. We could tell we were in a cool place walking through an old bus station, past a barber with a feminist slogan on its door and a neon signed record shop with man-bunned hipsters flicking through brimming boxes on trestle tables outside.
As we approached JC’s Kitchen we could hear sizzling and see smoke bellowing, and a meaty, spicy smell filled our nostrils. The Filipino menu was a simple choice of bubble & squeak or spicy beans with an array of meats, cheese and sauces on top. For £7 the man serving filled up my box with half bubble & squeak and half spicy beans, grilled chicken, salad and chipotle sauce on top.
We sat on picnic benches outside the shack and tucked in whilst ogling at the pictures in a Filipino recipe book left on the table. Every mouthful was flavoursome and filling and the portion was deceptively large – the double carbs of rice and potato did me in though, and I couldn’t finish my box.
We headed over the road to The Bath Brewhouse for a beer garden pint and G&T, and to let our food settle. After a little while our sweet teeth beckoned and we went in search of baked treats. I chose a raw cacao slice and Murtie chose a giant chocolate brownie slice thing from Mokoko Coffee. We sat in the sun listening to a busking jazz trumpeter with the Abbey turrets making jagged shadows on the ground around us.
Googlemaps told us it was 2.5 miles back to our AirB&B, which we decided to walk. It turned out to be 2.5 miles up a giant hill, although we crossed a canal just as a boat was going through a lock, which was exciting for us city folk. At least the walk burned off some of the inordinate amount of calories we had consumed in 2 days.