Mackenzie’s Smokehouse, Blubberhouses

Robert and Stella Crowson have been smoking everything that moves and quite a lot that doesn’t for 25 years and now you can buy it on site: poultry, rabbit, fish, game, cheese – it all gets the oak and beech, hot and cold treatment out back and whilst it’s not to everyone’s budget, it’s to most people’s taste and worth it for a treat.

The smoked trout pate is a winner and a little goes a long way – divine on a doorstep of hot buttered granary and a squirt of lemon juice. Also on the shelves are posh kitchen gadgets, some gimmicky comedy sheep stuff and the inevitable smattering of Cath Kidston. But don’t let that put you off.

The café is airy sleek and empty on a soggy Thursday morning, but my friend Christine who runs Scaife Hall, a fab B&B down the road tells me it’s heaving on Sunday lunchtimes, and the roasts are amazing value.

Breakfast is served til noon, and includes The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Nidderdale (The Full Monty to you), eggs Benedict and ‘Daily Nightshade Bruschetta’ (no, not a typo).

The lunch menu is annotated as films; ‘Some Like it Hot’ is spicy chicken, ‘Cool Hand Luke’ egg mayonnaise (see what they did there?) and a steak sandwich is the groan-worthy ‘Beef Encounter’.

Worth a visit for a ‘One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest’? No, I’ve no idea either. But Mackenzies Smokehouse offers food that is wholesome, well put together and good value if you can see past the joke titles. Ploughman’s Munch, anyone?