Welcome to Chesters. We are a bakery, café and shop tucked by the River Brathay at the start of the Langdale Valley in the middle of the Lake District.
Steph and Karen bought Chesters in 1985, moved it around a bit. Bought the shop in 2007, moved that around and here we are. A lovely place to visit, shop and eat.
From our tiny kitchen and bakery we produce delicious, different food from scratch everyday. We serve breakfast and lunch and a lot of cake in between.
It has been almost thirty years and although Chesters may have changed a great deal during that time what we are all about hasn’t. We still love baking (lots of the recipes are the same as they were in 1985), we still love cake (sometimes too much), we all still work here (most of us are heading to double figures….don’t get Jackie started, she’s well on her way to a gold watch) and we still aim to be a really great place to come to, relax, shop and eat too much.
Bad dog, No biscuit
Chester. The Mutt. The Myth. The Legend.
Chesters is named after a very lovely but very naughty white English Bull Terrier. Chester ruled the roost at the Drunken Duck in the eighties terrorising beer delivery men and eating tights. In his youth he gained himself a reputation for both his love of all things forbidden and his seeming indestructibility (he once left a huge dent in a Land Rover Defender and walked off without so much as a sniff) He grew to be very old, just a little bit ugly and inevitably very much missed.