A routine 3-0 victory over the Toffees last Sunday, the highlight of which was the view over our greatest city from the spiral staircase at the Etihad.
On the way down Matt texted me and suggested we meet up, as Emma was doing something satanic called “Christmas Shopping”.
I suggested curry in Rochdale, which used to be satanic but has recently gone crafty.
The Manchester metro rumbles out north-east from Victoria at a funereal pace, and by the time we arrive it’s too dark for a photo. And besides which the best spot for photography is the tram track, which is dangerous. So here’s one Google Maps too earlier;
Unlike that gem, no Bass, but a characterful room for drinkers before you get to the curry cafe.
Now the thing that will stick in the mind most from Bombay Brew is the friendliness of the welcome “Hello guys, doing the Rochdale ale trail ?” . I almost started it there and then, but it might have required me to drink 10 pints that night to earn a T-shirt with the Tand on it or something.
An excellent tight beer and cider range there, and a crisp Vocation that was definitely the best beer I’ve ever drunk in any curry house in the UK. (Mango Lassi is NOT a beer).
A nice tight menu, too, but Eddie Fogden, the new kid on the GBG ticking block, said the staff curry was great and he as so usual was right.
Like the beer, beautifully presented. It’s not bargain, but it is quality. Matt thought so, and he lives 5 minutes from This & That.
As is the soundtrack, a mix of ’80s deep cuts and 12″ remixes not heard in Rochdale since, ooh, 2007.
Matt had to be back before Emma returned with the presents, so I couldn’t introduce him to the Tand-approved delights of Rochdale’s Sam Smiths keg pubs, but he’s only 20. Time is on his side.