The best restaurants serving Other cuisines food in Newburgh West Lancashire North West

We came for breakfast with Santa this morning, all the staff were very friendly. Santa was brilliant, very interactive with the kids. My little girl is coeliac and they catered for her dietary needs. We will be back next year. Thank you

A Most Curious Affair at Eden Tea Rooms Ah, the Eden Tea Rooms! A whimsical haven of tea and tranquility, where porcelain cups clink like wind chimes in a summer breeze and the scones are plump as a cloud resting on a Devonshire hillside. My visit was, for the most part, a positively delightful jaunt into culinary coziness. But alas, one thorny matter pricked the otherwise flawless fabric of my experience. The tea selection? Divine. A veritable tapestry of leaves from every corner of the globe! The Earl Grey whispered citrusy sonnets, and the Darjeeling pirouetted across my palate like a prima ballerina. The sandwiches? Oh, the sandwiches! Crustless wonders that practically hummed a hymn of cucumber and dill. But then came that dish—a so-called "Clarkson's Gammon Special." Let me set the scene. The gammon arrived, glossy and regal, flanked by roasted vegetables and a mustard sauce so piquant it made my taste buds do the Macarena. A marvel of modern gastronomy, you'd think. But here’s the rub: it bore an eerie resemblance to Jeremy Clarkson’s own hallowed recipe, famously declared “a work of genius” by its creator himself. Did Eden Tea Rooms obtain permission to appropriate this porcine pièce de résistance? Was there a clandestine Clarkson consultation? Or, dare I say, is this an audacious case of gastronomic plagiarism? I suspect the latter. I fear this breach of culinary copyright could see Clarkson descend upon the tea rooms with all the fury of a Top Gear outtake. The lawsuits may yet boil over like an unwatched pot of tea. Legal quibbles aside, Eden Tea Rooms remains a treasure trove of taste and charm. The staff? Dressed to the nines and brimming with the kind of cheer that would make Mary Poppins seem dour. The ambiance? A quirky mélange of vintage teapots, art deco flourishes, and just a dash of organized chaos. So, would I return? Absolutely, but I’d steer clear of the gammon—lest I find myself subpoenaed as a witness in the great Clarkson culinary controversy of 2025. Until then, Eden Tea Rooms, you have my heart—but tread carefully, for Jeremy’s wrath is no trifling matter.