Manchester House

So, last weekend The Husband treated me to a dinner out in Manchester. Given our first meal in Manchester together was a kebab near the university, you could forgive me for having low expectations. (To be fair, it was post-gig, late and we didn’t care for nutrition. Ah, the good old days.) But after 5 years of marriage, and a strong desire to see at least another 5 years with me, he stepped up the game and took me to Manchester House – a Michelin-seeking place that opened up not so long ago in the Spinningfields area. Going on a Saturday, diners have no choice but to plump for (how appropriate) the tasting menu. Which is fine by me, because I invariably get food envy immediately after I have ordered.
So, what was it like? Awesome. And because not only do pictures do a better job of describing the food, I got a bit tipsy and can’t remember what it all was, here are the snaps I took. I must point out that although I was violently ill about 3am the following morning, it tasted immaculate the first time.
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The Husband kicked off with a smokey old fashioned.
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I had the Stone Roses cocktail.
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Some food arrived. Ox tail? Or something approximating that.
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Oh, another cocktail? Sure. Quite the apparatus.
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In fact, it was quite the drink.
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I want to say, duck. Or venison.
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This one I do remember. Prawn cocktail. With a mango bubble-shell of sorbet.
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Oyster on the right. No idea on the left.
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Nope, no idea. Fish?
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Some kind of meat, a fig and .. no.. it’s gone.
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Dessert (take one). White chocolate (bottom left) some kind of sponge, some kind of ice-cream passion fruit stuff, and no idea (top right). All delicious.
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Manchester Tart. Or a bit like it, but posher.
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And to finish (though frankly, neither of us were remotely hungry, just curious at this point) some macarons.
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And a final cocktail to send us on our way. Which we didn’t need but drank anyway. It might have been my undoing.

Go grab yourself a table at this place if you have about £400 to throw about (for two) and an iron gut. Avoid if on a budget and are radical of intestine.

5 thoughts on “Manchester House”

  1. I can pass on the unidentifiable food (pardon my ignorance but what is that bark thing with the possible oxtail?), but I want the cocktails! I love a cocktail that comes with a whole Japanese-tea-ceremony-type of procedure or with props for a dramatic staging. Or both!

    And, obviously, you know after you’ve had a few too many, vegemite on toast is good to settle a iffy tummy.

    1. The bark thing? No idea. It might well have been bark but after that many cocktails I ate it anyway.

      Definitely on the vegemite toast. Ain’t nothing that shit can’t fix.

  2. Kind of reminds of nouvelle cuisine, a magnanimous gesture from your dear hubby being an engineer and forking out big dosh for posh nosh.

    By the way I worked in the first nouvelle cuisine restaurant in London Le Cafe Pelican in St Martins Lane it was established by Roger Verge in the eighties, I was the only non French staff member. Admittedly they had bigger plates with less tucker and far more artistic strokes of coloured sauces.

    1. Definitely nouvelle cuisine. He’s balancing it out by taking me to Nando’s tonight, lest I get to used to the good shit.

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