Yorkshire Sculpture Park, Wakefield
There can’t be too many places in the country where you can feast your eyes on monumental Moores, Hepworths and Paolozzis, at the same time filling your belly with interesting, wholesome grub, all the while perched above it all on a glass and steel balcony.
There are any number of reasons to take the detour off the roaring M1 to the adjacent Yorkshire Sculpture Park, and art is only part of it. Stroll through 500 acres of carefully kept parkland, bumping into Gormleys and Goldsworthys before settling in the impressively modernist caff, located above the posh shop selling Jaume Plensa fridge magnets and James Turrell torches. I might have made the last one up.
Dishes of the Day are chalked up on a huge board, and might include local asparagus with poached eggs, rocket and a dill and mustard dressing, or fishcakes with minted peas, home made tartare sauce and chips.
But the cakes are the thing. Scones the size of elephant’s feet, fat slabs of Bakewell tart or a nicely dusted lemon pie hit the spot, particularly since the coffee is so good. Yep, you heard it right. The barrista working the Gaggia last week turned a macchiato into an art form. Frink, Caro, Borofsky and Creed; culture and cuisine pleasingly wed. [Mandy]