I’d always planned a long walk after IndyMan, but as I left the Victoria Baths as light drizzle set in (not as common in Manchester as Southerners believe) I started to doubt my sanity.
First priority after that last 11.5% sour was strong coffee and somewhere to recharge my phone. So if you were in Café Nero or the Ford Madox Brown on Friday afternoon and wondered what the Old Bloke was doing on all fours looking for sockets, you know now.
I found power, and strong black coffee and mini donuts in Tim Hortons, a Canadian chain probably owned by Russ. Unlike most independent coffee houses whose flat whites and filters are tepid within a minute, Tim’s coffee was of Twin Peaks standards.
Few people walk down Wilmslow Road, except ruffians rushing to Rusholme on Friday night, and when I subsequently found out the Magic Bus to Didsbury costs a quid I felt a bit miffed. But on foot you get to see the delights of Fallowfield and Withington up close, and you realise;
- It’s a bit dull isn’t it ?
- Isn’t the Christie big ?
- You know virtually all the pubs on this 3 miles route. Friendship, Victoria, Ford Madox; all your Hydes and Spoons favourites.
At least the GBG entry is new, even if the wall art seems strangely familiar.
Yes, another shop conversion in a little parade, very north Cheshire, very Wilmslow.
The Wine & Wallop is “intended for a mature audience” says WhatPub, which excludes BRAPA and me for a start.
But with some decent Americana playing in the background, really pleasant service and a nice murky beer below 10%, I warmed to it.
Yes, more wine bar than micro, but proper seating and an experimental beer that was cool and tasty and somewhere between a 3 and a 3.5.
As usual I was first in, but by 4.30 it was filling up with the sort of young professionals like Cooking Lager who choose their own working hours.
Not going to compete with the Boar’s Head for banter, but I liked it. And you warm to a place where people park their babies outside while they pop in for a pint.
And then, into Burnage…