Steph and Karen have owned Chesters since 1985. They opened rather inauspiciously on Friday 13th February and baked a whopping 8 cakes….by 3 they had all gone and so it began. Nineteen years and thousands of cakes later Chesters moved from its original space in the middle of the building into the old slate showroom next to the river. It took three weeks to move 20 yards and we’ve been here ever since. In May 2011 we took over the space in the middle of the shop too after finally learning that there aren't that many dry days in the Lake District.
It has been almost thirty years and although the café 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 to much) and we still aim to be a really great place to come to and to work (don’t ask us how long we have all worked here…most of us are nearly at double figures.)
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.