A fairly perfect Manchester weekender included a gig, a City win over Stokelona, Manc sunshine, some new architectural discoveries and a few new pub ticks in St Helens.
That all paled into nothing, compared with a chance to meet a top pub blogger in one of Manchester’s finest pubs. I’d ticked Cask some years back, but on reflection it was Mrs RM who drank nearly all the half of Phoenix (22 seconds, fact fans) while I was child-minding outside the pub.
Simon Everitt is the legend who, on his journey to all the Beer Guide pubs, has managed to capture the great and rubbish of pubs better than anyone*. A shared hatred of Adnams glassware, minutes silences, Sat-Nav, samples and Meet the Brewer may have coloured my view somewhat. I don’t yet know Simon’s views on Prosecco.
They say you should never meet your heroes, particularly ones who use yellow highlighter pens, but Simon** was tolerant of my gibbering. We compared notes on the Squawk (NBSS 4), remarkably good for first out the pumps at midday, and forgot to discuss the possibility of a sharing a ride on Air Force One to the Anchor, Anchor.
Cask is a lovely little corner pub in which to talk incoherent pubby rubbish about Horwich locals, with a small and well chosen range of drinks and proper seating. Although close to Deansgate, the Beetham and Castlefield, it doesn’t get the hype of the newer pubs; a bit like the way the Knott is overlooked. Those Squawk beers are pretty impressive too.
The gig was at Band on the Wall, where Yank-turned-Manc BC Camplight brought his witty but melodic recent LP to life. Hopefully he won’t be deported a third time. I didn’t last the whole 90 minutes, a week on my feet and the St Helens stagger catching up with me.
Band on the Wall, like many Manchester venues, takes it’s beer seriously, and I saw more young gig-goers drinking the cask (Wainwright and Green Mill) than I’ve seen in many pubs lately. If it wasn’t next to the Smithfield, Bar Fringe and the Crown & Kettle it would be an appealing little bar in its own right.
I stayed at Deansgate Locks, and got my first real look at HOME, which is architecturally decent and probably an appropriate place to commemorate the great Tony Wilson’s contribution to the city’s never-ending change. The rather older buildings around Oxford Road station looked more stunning in the Saturday sun though.
I finally stumbled on Albert’s Schloss on Peter Street, a newish place that Jeff Bell raved about on his brief stay in the city. It was shut (an odd 11.30 opening) but looked the business.
*except Pub Curmudgeon
** Simon was insistent on not being photographed as his image can never be seen, and was also very keen I didn’t talk about his foot injury.
5 thoughts on “LEGENDS AT CASK, MANCHESTER”
Loved Cask when in Manchester. Friendly, a bit scruffy in a lived in way, savvy cask choices and lots of German and Belgian beer. Wish at some point I’d been organised enough to coincide a visit with a meal time so I could have enjoyed fish and chips from the shop next door (the pub is happy to let you bring it in).
Lived in is the term I was looking for too. There were people bringing lunch in from the chippie as I left.
Haha brilliant write up and nothing to do with my inclusion obviously ;).
Writing my review up now, my views on prosecco will remain a mystery till I have an encounter in a GBG pub with it.
Great pic of the Salisbury, was that on the day? If so, you were very close to the punk festival.
Air Force One, aaaah I wondered what the new plan was.
Salisbury pic from early Sat morning. It was next to closest Starbucks, that’s how punk I am. Did look very lovely, as I’m sure it was Fri night. You must give Manc time to impress Simon !
I understand Air Force 1 attempted to land in beer garden of Crown & Shuttle but destroyed it on impact. Being rebuilt in Texas.