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British Pie Week: Celebrating Cardiff's Clark's Pies, 99 Years Of Meaty Goodness

by Benjamin James
5 March 2012 5 Comments

A Cardiff tradition and a true taste experience, my uncle buys 12 every time he visits from South Africa and takes them home to freeze them...

A mouth-watering sight

Clarks Pies. Any self-respecting, pie-lover from Cardiff has been raised on these beauties. Having been baked since 1913, the pies have been a staple of any Cardiff diet. Affectionately referred to as Clarkies, they are unique in taste and location. Pin-pointing the first time I ever had a Clarkies is hard; it’s as if they have always been a part of my eating habits. Born and raised within walking distance of their secondary shop in Canton, my earliest memories involve Saturday morning walks to the pie shop before heading home to wolf it down with a slice of thickly buttered bread. If you want a true taste of Cardiff, Clark’s it is.

Completely ingrained within the history of the city, the recipe and traditions have been honed over 90 years of baking. From their bakery in Bromsgrove Street, Grangetown, they churn out their own brand of meaty goodness. People have their own ways of eating them. Some take the lid off and squeeze some ketchup or curry sauce in there. Others eat them smothered in gravy. Others simply eat the pie as it comes. Local football matches, International rugby matches and the Friday night chippy dinner are all completely enhanced by the presence of a Clark’s pie. Expanding their range to include Tikka pies and steak pies and Baltie pies as well as the classic, Clark’s Pasty but when it comes down to it, you cannot beat the original Clarkies.

The pastry is thick and rich; the filling perfectly seasoned

Pretenders have made their own versions but none have a patch on the thick, short-crusty pastry that covers the mince and potato filling. Sound pretty standard? Don’t ever think that. The pastry is thick and rich; the filling perfectly seasoned. CLARPIE stamped on the pie’s base so you know it’s the real deal. The taste is sweet and salty all at once. It’s like no pie you will ever eat. You will crave the Clark’s taste with every pie you eat after it. My Uncle, a born and raised Cardiff resident, now lives in Cape Town. Every time he visits, he buys twelve Clarkies and takes them home and freezes them so he can savour their taste 10,000 miles away.

It’s genuinely not just a pie. It’s part of the culture here. Want to experience it? They now do mail-order pies. So please; treat your taste-buds to the greatest pie this writer has ever eaten and let us all give thanks Mary Clark; after-all, she gave us the Clark’s pie in the first place.

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The Becks 2:25 pm, 5-Mar-2012

Nice article but your chap is not fit to lace the boots of A.J Jones, Gold award winner in the British Pie Awards 2010. http://www.andrewjonespies.co.uk/

The Becks 2:27 pm, 5-Mar-2012

Not to mention Gold at the 2011 Great Taste Awards for his Pork Pie and his Figit!

jack 4:33 pm, 5-Mar-2012

Love articles like this. On my travels nothing has come close to a Killie pie at a sportground. When I'm next in Cardiff I'll make the effort to try one

Niall 11:25 am, 6-Mar-2012

I feel at this juncture I should give special mention to Pieminister pies. On the run up to the last election I created a daft page on facebook asking my friends to eat a pieminister pie on the day of the election. I then emailed their marketeer who later joined the group. As thanks to the free marketing she sent me a box of pies, one of each flavour and spare change. Brilliant stuff and top, top pies.

Electroartist 11:36 am, 15-Mar-2012

When i was a tennager in the eighties, working for a bunch of cunts in the building trade, the highlight of my day was to eat a pie. Pimbletts in St Helens, will always be rememberd for putting a smile on my face and giving me a sense of home for which I couldnt wait to get to after a day of skip filling and lewd blokey banter. Love and pies forever.

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