My favourite pastime, like many people I presume, is going out of an evening for a lovely meal with my favourite dining partner (that’s my Husband). We used to have a weekly “Date Night” on a Thursday which would involve a meal out somewhere, and perhaps a film afterwards, and I used to look forward to our dates all week. We also used to eat out on other days of the week too, and enjoy a long drive and nice lunch out at the weekend. Basically what I am trying to say is that we ate out a lot; all our money went on this hobby but that was before a wedding, mortgage, and now Baby!
Nowadays eating out has become more of a treat. On Tuesday, Pete sold a painting so he offered to take us out for tea. Where do you go when you are quite tired, in casual clothes (but still smart mind you) and want a relaxed atmosphere with amazing home-cooked food and strictly no 8 course pompous bullshit?
We ended up in Ye Olde Black Ladd, on Buckstones Rd in Oldham. The reviews on Trip Advisor were promising and after getting a little bored with my favourite pub The White House and my second favourite The Old Original I decided it was time to find a new hidden gem.
After a lovely drive from Shaw up Buckstones Rd enjoying the unexpected countryside, the view of Ye Olde Black Ladd in the distance certainly didn’t disappoint. A typical timber framed black and white Tudor building (slightly spoiled by a crappy red “Food Served All Day” sign) plus the wonderful view, made me feel like I was far far away from Oldham on a work night. The inside was just as cute and traditional, but I would advise booking in advance as the restaurant was busy!
The steaks looked amazing as did the choice of sauces (the Black Ladd was right up my street) but I’m avoiding steak for the whole of my pregnancy (if I can’t have it medium rare I aint gonna bother) and Pete really surprised me by going for the chilli burger (£9.95). I almost ordered the lasagne but changed my mind at the last minute and went for the Chicken Stroganoff (£11.95).
Both meals were absolutely delicious. The burger was served with a side salad, onion rings and a separate big portion of chips whilst the Stroganoff came with rice, salad and garlic bread. I love it when you get a decent side salad with peppers, cress and all that jazz, as some restaurants will serve you some pathetic-looking limp leaves and one measly cherry tomato. The garlic bread is probably the nicest I’ve had in a pub before.
The portions were large and great value for money and we decided then and there we would be back very soon to sample the steaks!
Now, if we would have left it there, I would have scored the food 8/10. However, we decided to order pudding. The desert menu looked awesome, but I was simply too full, warm and pregnant to squeeze anything else in so I passed on the treacle pudding and decided to share Pete’s Blueberry Cheesecake (£4.35). One look at the horrible processed wedge told me it wasn’t a homemade dessert. It had some generic red sauce squirted over the plate and it was absolutely tasteless and by that I mean it had NO TASTE whatsoever. Even the accompanying vanilla ice cream was like frozen water. It was so bad that something happened that I have never seen before: Pete left some cheesecake on the plate.
Maybe we just got unlucky and picked the only rubbish pudding on the menu, or perhaps all the deserts are bought in and universally bland. Either way, we enjoyed our main course so much we will definitely return to Ye Olde Black Ladd and I’ll let you know how I get on with that steak…