The last time I wrote a blog post was back in February 2026, and since then, The Pan Yard has changed quite a bit. In fact, so much has happened that I thought it was probably time to bring the blog back.

If you’ve collected one of our pizzas already you would have already noticed that heavenly scent of caramelised cheese and freshly baked dough. We’ve brought Detroit-style pizza to town, and if you haven't tried it yet, you’re in for a treat. It’s deep, it’s rectangular, and it’s got those iconic "racing stripes" of sauce on top.

I’ve lived in Louth for about three years now. I’m not from here. I grew up in Binbrook, and my dad passed away when I was coming up to three years old. After that, life changed quite a lot. Mum met someone who was in the RAF, which meant we moved around a bit and spent two years living in Germany. When all of that eventually settled, I ended up back in Lincolnshire, carrying a mix of places and experiences that never quite felt tied to one town.

My first memory of Christmas cake was when visiting granny and grandad around this time of year. The drive always seemed to take ages, 16 miles is a long way when your a kid, especially when there's cake waiting at the other end, and grandad always made a Christmas cake. Rich with fruit, heavy with brandy, layered with marzipan, thick icing and decorated to perfection. It was the sort of cake that would keep you warm through the coldest of winters.

Discover Something Unique in Louth

As you know we are always testing new flavour combo's, and we have two spicy one's in the test kitchen this week, both are bold in flavour and pack serious heat.

There’s something deeply comforting about making pizza. The mixing of flour, water, and yeast, the blending of tomatoes, basil, garlic, oregano, the warmth from the oven, and music playing in the background.

Being a keen cook for many years, I've always enjoyed cooking good home cooked food for people, and knowing what goes into the food I cook without having to add stuff to make it taste better is one thing I pride myself in.

Growing up in Louth in the 1970s and 80s felt like living in a world that was perfectly self-contained, a proper Lincolnshire market town where everyone knew your name, or at least knew of you. Life moved at its own gentle pace, to the soundtrack of St James’ Church and the hum of the market.