The food in those places is as plentiful as the generosity. Mind you, the best Folk Hospitality I've had in recent years was Wendy's hot pot at the KFFC - generally you're lucky if you get a bag o' crisps. We did at gig at the Green Note in London a few weeks back which was very cool on the food front although I was suffering from near-vaso-vagal heatstroke to such an extent that I couldn't figure out what to do with the edemame beans. In Blackpool its a multi-culti buffet (not good for vampires) with as much fish, chips, pizza, yorkshire puds, chow mein, egg fried rice and curry as you can eat. Trick is, not to spill any down my spandex costume during the apres-gig pig-out...

Then there was a craft brewery in Todmorden where I did a solo storytelling gig as part of a literature fest a few years back & found heaven afterwards in jugs of beer, bread & cheese around a table with hosts and punters. Is that place still there? God I hope so. Utopia. After my set the proprietress came up to me and demanded to know why so many of the characters in my (all traditional) stories were disabled. I tried explaining about the essential outsider nature of the Indo-European folk-tale as a whole, but as I did so she proceeded to take off one of her legs and hand it me. 'I don't give my leg to just anyone,' she said, as I sat there, dumbstruck. Yeah. Utopia!