Am I allowed to use the word “cack” ? My mum says cack-handed, so must be OK.
Into Manchester, having narrowly avoided being lynched for missing the second “k” out of Kirkby Lonsdale (thanks Russ).
Or more properly, into Salford, where I was spending a night in romantic Weaste.
Never been before, a semi-mythical place on the Greater Manchester Metro, and apparently a scary place to stay. My car was the only one in the car park at 1pm, but anyone who nicks my car is a fool. And the CDs in it are worth about 25p, says Matt.
A nice round £30.24 to stay in the Trivelles next to the Weaste stop, with this little gem next door.
For the first time ever, I took the metro all the way to the City ground, through the wastelands of Salford Quays, where I cursed the BBC building.
At the Etihad, I had this rare Cloudwater/7 Brothers collaborative brown beer, part of City’s commitment to supporting local brewers.
Don’t sue me, Cloudwater. By the way, it was “Beefy drink” or Amstel.
A rare City game at 3pm on a Saturday, an even rarer capitulation. But I tell you, you’ll never see a better hit than that Townsend goal. My whole row in the Colin Bell Level 3 stood and applauded.
Our season effectively over (see: every football writer since 22/12), I took solace in the beauty of Ancoats.
The famous craft baker (Pollen) was closed, but the latest addition to Manchester’s ever-expanding scene had finally opened.
Now, I love Cask on Liverpool Road, and not just because I met BRAPA there once.
This is less pub and more bar, but people make a place, and this had a good mix of sharp-suited locals and scruffy Blues.
Some were playing board games;
I think this MAY be the closest bar on the way to City coming from the centre, but it’s an unusual route to/from the ground that would find you stumbling upon it. Expect it to be competing with the Picc Tap within a month.
Welcome to Manchester keg prices, Dave.
Back to those later. They had Squawk on cask.
I asked the Eternal Question.
“Do you prefer cash or contactless ?”
“Don’t care mate”. Good lad.
Busy but not manic, the staff were great, the beer was a perfect temperature and richness (NBSS 4), and they were calling out to our American readers with their soundtrack.
I loved it; even stayed for the routine inadvisable Cloudwater sour, which was sublime, particularly when poured in a rush into the pint mug to create a foamy head.
See. Am professional beer sommelier.
Right. Where next ?