Most of the biker weekend, I am well fed. This weekend, I was properly pied out.
I was tempted to a chicken and ham pie in a Welsh biker cafe. It was quite creamy, but a little blend. By the time I ordered, it was too late to realise I was booked in for more pies the evenings.
I had a Ludlow venison pie at the Queens. The pie was massive, very flavoursome, very rich, too rich for summer! I was stuffed. My stomach did not complain about the deer this time.
The day after, I had fish pie. The fish pie was quite standard, I quite liked the browned mash on top. I didn't know normal fish pie is packed out with hard boiled eggs. It came with some lemon and parsley sauce, which I passed.
Lastly, I had a bite at Sarah's Shropshire beef pie. I asked the cook, "what made it 'Shropshire'." She said it was the beer they put in. Normally, beef pie had ale, stout or red wine, but this one had a hoppy beer. It was horrible. I am glad I did not order it. If it was mine, I would have given up eating it even if I were starving. It was that bad. I must remember never to go near beef pie with beer!
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