Saturday, 16 April 2016

Forte's


In 1941 at the height of the bombing of Liverpool my mother and her family fled the city.
She was only a teenager.
They ended up renting a cottage in Gwaenysgor, the next village to Trelawnyd.
My mother's first job was in Forte's Tea Rooms in Prestatyn.
Today We went to Llandudno and found a new Forte's 
Where I had a fat bastard ice cream sundae 






38 comments:

  1. I very much doubt that Forte's refer to that particular dish as a "Fat bastard ice cream sundae". Was it listed that way on their menu? More likely it was called something like Dolomite Delight or Sicilian Sundae.

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  2. Oh John, how dare you slap that into our face :-) It looks delicious. Greetings Maria x

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  3. Mmmm...
    Glad your mother survived. Glad you could celebrate that with a nice Fat Bastard Ice Cream Sundae.

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  4. Fat Bastard Ice Cream Sundae! I'm in. What did the Prof have?

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    1. Three fat bastard scoops of ice cream

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    2. He's not very adventurous is he?

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  5. Oh that looks so good ! I have read/heard about Fortes.
    How interesting that your family lived near where you do now.
    I hope you can travel to Japan someday. They have the best
    Ice Cream Parfaits in tall glasses and yes they do put plain corn flakes, fruit, sprinkles and sauce in them. They are wonderful.
    Lovely post today.

    cheers, parsnip

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  6. Now there's a sundae worth eating!

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  7. looks like a nice sunny day there; may I have a taste (grabs a spoon and the peanut butter cup on top).

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    1. Help yourselfbbut use a small spoon

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    2. always the lady, dear! :)

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  8. Fat Bastard??!!??

    (obviously that was the adult version)

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  9. This is going to piss you off - again - but one of the last Fortes (Wendy) is a mate of ours. I love comments and will now try very hard to leave as many as I can.

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    1. Tit off
      Hows that for a comment?

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  10. You fat bastard.

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  11. looks delicious.

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  12. Yum. I wonder what Chris had, or was he only there to take photos? xx

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    1. Salted nut, rhubarb and something else in a fuck off bowl

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    2. heh heh heh, "salted nut"

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  13. I use to love visiting Llandudno John. Especially walking along the pier and going on the cable car on the Great Orme. Your post evokes memories of UK seaside holidays, especially Scarborough!

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  14. I use to love visiting Llandudno John. Especially walking along the pier and going on the cable car on the Great Orme. Your post evokes memories of UK seaside holidays, especially Scarborough!

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  15. It was all so refined until I got to the last line ! X

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  16. Your mother would be SO proud!

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  17. Good for you! You've not spoke about Scotch eggs recently. Have they fell out of favour?

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  18. I am so grateful (as is my ever expanding girth) that icecream isn't one of my weeknesses.

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  19. well, if you weren't a fat bastard before...

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  20. I love the sound of salted caramel, and rhubarb. Posh flavours I bet your Mum never scooped out for anyone in the 40's!

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  21. Life is short, have ice-cream first

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  22. My first comment. I've just finished a marathon, read the whole blog from beginning to now. Over many months. Speeded up, several weeks in a day; it's going to be weird to experience the blog in real time.
    What can I compare it to? The only thing I've read as long was Trollope's Barchester Chronicles, and they covered much more than 10 years (and I took several years to read them)--but the comforting similarity of one year to the next, and your warmth and affection coupled with the amused eye, you share that with Trollope. I have to say though that you've experienced a lot more deaths than anyone should have to in this decade, and they came hard and fast when binge reading. I hope you get a little break now for a while.
    Keep it up, you're a delight.

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  23. Remember it well looking like that. Over painted Lloyd loom furniture, amazing ice cream, cream scones and a medium coffee from the loud gaggia machine...yuummm! Although the best ice cream was stanley's milk bar in Rhuddlan....(no one crapping in the bushes in those days, just random chubby teenage girls having picnics on the roundabout!!)

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  24. I'm sure there used to be a Fortes in Conway where we used to go on holiday as children. We used to stay on the Bryn Morfa caravan site when caravans still used to have gas lights and we used to be marched down into Conway every evening for an ice cream. Now as an adult I can't stand the stuff although yours looks amazing.

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  25. Great lunch . . . and dinner!

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  26. Oh, someone here would LOVE that Sunday (well, some TWO here). So kind of you to honour your mother in that way!

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  27. In the 1950s, on one of our many holiday visits to North Wales, the sun actually shone one day. My sister and I were taken for an ice cream, and saw a boy eating a huge Sundae, in a tall glass. We were given money and off we went to put purchase same. Imagine our horror when looking at the board we learned this ice cream creation was called Knickerbocker Glory. We laughed, we cried, we wanted it so badly but we're so embarrassed to ask for it. Greed won out and we never looked back. They became the highlight of subsequent holidays.
    I can't imagine what we would have done if we had to ask for a Fat Bastard..! How times have changed..xx

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  28. I only heard bits and pieces of my mother, her brother and mother surviving the London bombings. It is difficult to get some people to talk about it.

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