
January 2026. Manchester.

A “dry” night in Manchester isn’t complete without a second pint on the way to the match, Port Street Beer House getting its annual visit on the basis you can see it from the Head of Steam.

I really should like PSBH more; it’s quirky, friendly, encourages a mixed crowd,

and the Cruffatin from Pomona is a chewy NBSS 4. I’m not actually allowed to say this (as I told lovely reader/top guy Kev on the journey back to Sheff, I like ALL beer), but it’s not quite to my taste. Should have had the Kernel.

Proper Old Skool bitter, mind, and makes a change from pale/murk/sours.

And a thoroughly modern pub, particularly upstairs where the City fans and card players congregate.

I really should visit when there’s a spare table though, the seating options always disappoint.
Suddenly famished, I make a rare pre-game stop at Tony’s Chippy, where the tiling is as good as any Black Country pub,

and the steak and kidney pudding (not pie) takes this into NP&CSS 4.5 territory. Made up for a poor draw with the Seagulls, who would have nicked those chips in Brighton.

It’s just a shame City can’t provide heated seating areas along Beswick Street to enjoy your chips and gravy before a match. What’s the point of all that oil money ?
One of my favourite Manchester places, disappointed in no Janet jokes but I guess you’re above that sort of thing. 😁
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Janet Street Port(er) ?
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That was me by the way, logged in to like then suddenly became anonymous to comment?
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Don’t ask me technical questions Mick !
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Puddings are always better than pies.
Talking of which, why is the US – Trump, that is – so scared of the Chinese?
Here in blighty things are different. We’ve got sticky toffee pudding, spotted dick, rhubarb crumble, treacle sponge, bakewell pudding, jam roly-poly, and more. What have they got? Banana fritters, and from a country of over a billion too.
They’re just no match.
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