The Sticky Beak Blog Reviews

Dinner In The Gallery Restaurant At The Cavendish Hotel, Baslow

There's absolutely no denying the breath-taking beauty that is Chatsworth House all decorated up for Christmas, so imagine my glee at discovering that other

Breakfast At Stamp at the Post Office, Ashover

One of the things I love about the Blog is the interaction we get from you, our wonderful readers. As you're all aware, I love weekends; not only is the daily grind forgotten about

Sticky Beak Makes A Flying Visit To York #OnlyInYork

The Man Bird and I aren't slouches when it comes to squeezing every last bit of action out of a stay. So, when we were invited to have an overnight stay In York, we planned our

Afternoon Tea At The Principal Hotel, York

There's just something about an Afternoon Tea that instantly relaxes you, and after an absolutely hectic morning and early afternoon, His Nibs and I were in need of some relaxation!

Sticky Beak Braves The York Dungeon

Maybe it was excitement at being in one of England's most historic cities, or maybe it was being re-fuelled at The Ivy restaurant that made us decide to brave the York Dungeons. Whatever the reason,

Lunch At The Ivy, St Helen's Square, York

The Man Bird and I always hit the ground running whenever we are away from the nest, so having left our car at The Mount Royal Hotel we had a brisk walk into the City of York to make our lunch

Sampling Some Christmas Goodies From Il Gusto

My little flock, plus the Boyf Bird, have just returned from a fab holiday in Turkey and the 'back to reality blues' have kicked in. Hurrah then for the fabulous team at Il Gusto

Dinner At Arunothai in Hucknall, Nottinghamshire

Things have a way of just working out, don't they? A planned visit had to be cancelled at short notice, so The Man Bird and I were faced with either cooking a 'surprise',

A Late Dinner At Las Iguanas, Nottingham

This review is quite unusual dear reader in that a) it was totally unexpected, and b) we only had a single course - the reason for which will become apparent. The Man Bird and I were in Nottingham for

Breakfast At The Pantry In Swanwick

I'm guilty, I'll admit it; guilty of having something on the doorstep and not visiting it for an absolute age, despite thinking 'we'll go there next week' for I don't know how long. I refer of course to The Pantry in Swanwick