It’s always good to be back in Manchester, with a couple of hours to wobble aimlessly before the Julien Baker gig at Gorilla.
Aimless as I have no new central pubs to visit, so can revisit a few Manc classics for you. Like the Peveril, back in the Guide after, ooh, ages.
It used to be a GBG regular, dropping out when quality seemed to dip a little a decade ago, though a beer range focused on the regionals can’t have helped.
At 6pm it’s busy enough with students to be enjoyable, but quiet enough to set up the shots.
You can tell it’s a student pub; the soundtrack goes from “Hong Kong Garden” to “I‘m in Love With A German Film Star” while I order my Plum Porter.
“Ah, the Passions !” Yes, students know more about music from 1981 than the vibrant scene of 2018.
Always go for the room with table football if you’re after banter, folks.
Not exactly Eccles quality banter, mind, merely clarifying Stockport County’s next fixture (Duncan would have known it) and debating the merits of Jennifer Lawrence’s recent Sci-Fi picture, the name of which they’d already forgotten.
I took my Plum Porter (rich, tasty, not quite cellar cool so NBSS 3.5) on a little tour of the rooms.
Then someone put The Smiths on, and it was time to leave.
The Gents are as good as ever. Love that Wilsons tiling.
Welcome back, Peveril, Not sure I could give a tourist directions to it, but you’re hardly going to miss it, are you ?