Wednesday night is football night in Manchester, unless you play in Trafford in which case it’s Thursdays.
I treated Mrs RM to a stopover in Eccles (I know, I know, I spoil her) on our way to Wales, combining City v Brighton, a haircut at top barbers Maclure’s and a Northern Quarter curry. Life gets no better.
Well, actually it does, for the metrolink between Eccles and Salford Quays is being dug up so we get to take a replacement bus through luscious Langworthy so Mrs RM can assess options for her next big house renovation project.
I need a coffee and cake to recover, and luckily Ditto opposite Maclure’s is selling off its Bakewell tart for £2 a slice.
For some reason Matt doesn’t take photos of me to illustrate his barbering skills on his Instagram, but he does a lovely job. Pleasingly he’s busier than ever as Manchester bounces back, though that means he can’t join us for a pre-match curry at Al Faisal on Thomas St, the lane with all the new bars.
In a world of menus that say “bed of silky smooth cauliflower puree“, be more Al-Faisal.
Lamb Karahi and Chicken Tikka with Naan. Old Skool.
Sorry if that makes the Southworths jealous. We’d struggled to find anywhere to eat two hours before kick-off at the Etihad, where Pete the Badge was admiring City’s latest art exhibit.
A routine 3-0 win v brave Brighton, a wonderful sunset over the greatest city on earth.