Where to eat in Bath, England

By Daisy Meager

Anyone who knows me will know that when I plan a trip away, my first priority is to find out what the best restaurants and cafés are, what I can eat and how much food I can nosh my way through over the length of my stay. The right priorities in my opinion, so when I booked a weekend away in Bath, I conducted some serious research and made a foodie schedule of what to eat and drink in my allotted 48 hours. Here are a few highlights…

The beautiful Bath Abbey
Walking through winding lanes and small back streets, I took shelter from the blistering cold in Yammo!, a cosy, family-run Neapolitan pizzeria. Its laid back attitude and simple, hearty Italian fare make a great combination. A glass of red wine and a calzone polpette, oozing with rich tomato sauce, juicy meatballs and creamy ricotta, went down a treat (it was so good I completely forgot to take a snap before it was all gone).

The Canary Gin Bar: a gin-lover’s dream
I found my spiritual home in The Canary Gin Bar, which stocks a vast array of mother’s ruin – including the local Bath Gin, which is only available in Bath and online. I opted for a classic Negroni (continuing the Italian theme for the evening) while my partner in crime went for a Bath Mule, made from Bath Gin, fresh lemon, ginger beer and wormwood bitters.

Cocktails: the best way to hide from the rain

The spa city is famed for its thermal springs, but did you know you can drink its restorative waters? Take a visit to the Pump Room next to the Roman Baths and for 50p you’ll get a glass of the natural water. You might bounce back from the night before in no time but be warned, the water has a rather unusual taste…

Sample Bath’s hot springs
No visit would be complete without eating a Bath bun. My top choice is Sally Lunn’s, home of the original Bath bun, but it was closed for renovations when I visited. Not to be defeated, I popped round the corner to the aptly named The Bath Bun to get my fix.

When in Bath a Bath bun’s what you need
As my trip neared its end, I just about had time to dash into The Bertinet Bakery, grab a focaccia and collapse into my seat on the train. A weekend well spent. And well fed.