Now that I’m based back in West Yorkshire, Manchester is
only a half hour train ride away, rather than a two-hour trek. Exhausting all the
restaurant options in York really made me feel like it was time to be moving on
and Manchester, with its seemingly endless eatery options really gets me
excited. I get the sense that the city cares about its food; Simon Rogan's The French narrowly missed out on a Michelin star this year but has raised the bar pretty high, and there's enough money knocking about to warrant some pretty good cocktail
bars. If I had the money I know where I’d spend it. But I don’t have the money.
And as for drinks, the 10.30 curfew of the last-train-home doesn’t really give
me the option for a night on the tiles, nor am I an afternoon cocktail person.
