Neil Sowerby Once upon a time there was Rusholme, the brash, spicy strip whose eateries defined curry for Mancs. Each had its champions. Whenever I was an away fan at Maine Road, C...
Read moreNeil Sowerby There’s something comforting about a chef built along substantial lines. Spot a stick insect labouring over a hot stove and you wonder “Is he really tasting what h...
Read moreLauren Coulman Clams with Fino sherry, anyone? Suckling pig and chorizo perhaps? How about a pistachio soufflé with black cherry ice cream? It all sounds pretty good to me, but no...
Read moreNeil Sowerby Thomas and not a mutton chop or a waistcoat in sight. It doesn’t seem right. Indeed, it’s momentarily disconcerting to find the Northern Quarter namesake of the Cr...
Read moreLisa Higginson Back on a balmy night in August, I sat snugly in a stylish leather booth in the bowels of Princess Street and ate plates of wonderful food. I subsequently beamed abo...
Read moreBenedict Brader The Market Restaurant is 30 years old this year – a venerable institution in the constantly fluctuating history of the Northern Quarter. Step through the door and...
Read moreLauren Coulman The Midland Hotel is just one of those venues that everyone in Manchester knows about. It’s the spectacularly iconic and eye-catching building over on Peter Street...
Read moreBen Monk What image does rhubarb conjure up for you? A common sight in your dad’s vegetable garden, flamboyant leaves hiding red and green stalks? An ingredient in many a poor s...
Read moreNeil Sowerby Wayne Rooney and Andrew Nutter are entwined in my brain. Former boy wonders on top of their game. Roo, a dead cert for Footballer of the Year, Nutters, the current Goo...
Read moreLauren Coulman “How lovely”, exclaimed my dad when I told him I was writing this feature. “I love afternoon tea”, was offered by my friend Hannah. A whole range of positive...
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