There’s No Place Like Leeds

When all is said and done, the North will always be my home: I grew up there, studied there and hope – one day – to move back there. In mid-November, Laurence and I spent a long weekend in Leeds reliving our student days, visiting old haunts and eating our way across the city. (Mostly eating, if I’m honest, but we did clock up a lot of steps zig-zagging from LS1 to LS6.) Hopping aboard the 18:03 to Leeds, I was only too happy to be trading the pancake-flat South for the rolling hills of the North.

Stepping out of Leeds Station, I was struck by just how festive Leeds felt: multi-coloured lights had already been strung up across town; garlands and twinkling fairy lights hung from the ceilings of the arcades; and the scent of roast chestnuts wafted through the streets.

So much had changed, yet it simultaneously felt as though everything was just as I had remembered it. Victoria Gate was open for business, a slick, sleek addition to Leeds’ shopping scene; it was still under construction during my final year. Kirkgate Market, already Europe’s largest covered market, had expanded; a new aisle houses butchers and fishmongers, selling all manner of wriggly sea goodies and meaty morsels. (Pork arseholes, anyone? Yeah, we passed on those too.) Leeds University Union had had a makeover; we couldn’t resist a stroll round campus and a quick pit stop at Common Ground, where a pot of tea cost just a pound. With term still in full flow, we caught the LUU Farmers’ Market, and I finally got round to sampling a generous wedge of cake from The Cake Man. (I spent the whole of final year promising myself a slice and then never quite got round to it. Mission accomplished.)

Our trip also neatly coincided with the opening weekend of Leeds’ Christkindelmarkt. Tucked into Millennium Square were two dozen or so wooden chalets, complete with steaming vats of ruby-red glühwein and bratwursts sizzling over open flames.

We ticked off all of our favourite foodie spots, from La Bottega Milanese and Ecco Pizzeria (which, respectively, have the best tiramisu and pizza outside Italy) to Nation of Shopkeepers (where we enjoyed a pre-tea game of Scrabble) and Red’s True Barbecue (which trumps Cambridge’s SmokeWorks every time). We also stumbled upon Albion Place Market, where we picked up some tasty treats for lunch and browsed the stalls selling terrariums, cacti and locally-crafted jewellery.

Here’s my trip to Leeds in ten photos . . .

Just what I was looking for . . .
Victoria Gate
Kirkgate Market
The Corn Exchange decked out for Christmas
La Focaccia at Albion Place Market
‘Athena Rising’
Cracking Christmas lights (pardon the pun)
County Arcade

10 thoughts on “There’s No Place Like Leeds

  1. Not wishing to dwell too long on pork arseholes. Do you know what part of the pig it was? Here in southern Spain we eat everything, and venture down to the guts, but no lower I think we’d pass on the actual anal sphincter, but you never know – parson’s nose and all that!

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    1. Unfortunately, it’s every bit as disgusting as it sounds – I suspect humans aren’t the intended consumers, but you never know… Offal isn’t so popular over here, though it is still sold in many butchers, but this was the first time I’d seen the rear end of a pig for sale (or any animal, for that matter).


    1. Couldn’t resist a giggle when I spotted those! I was grossed out seeing lambs’ brains for sale in French supermarkets, but this was another level of weird. Always nice to be back in the North 🙂

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    1. I’ve found that with each of the places I’ve called “home” in recent years, but Leeds holds a particularly special place in my heart. It felt super festive in the centre with all the lights and Christmas trees!

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