Posted on May 26, 2015
I found a slice of heaven this weekend, a gluten free slice.
Despite the low droop of clouds and the impending menace of four lanes of road networking, I can declare Manchester (la la la?) a veritable coeliac paradise.
Allow me to expand – like my gut.
Saturday night, after a long drive from Norfolk, the generic eatery of TGIs caught our eyes in the much maligned Trafford Centre. A waiter duly summoned, an allergy menu alerted a manager who watched the waiter take our order. Okay flippancy on my part aside, this is brilliant practice: manager oversaw order then alerted chef and our order was delivered quickly without drama and without the effects of cc. Gourmet Burger Kitchen in Norwich watch and learn. The food at TGIs wasn’t brilliant but it was safe.
Sunday we ventured out of our mall cocoon into the city centre.
Dough Pizza Kitchen in the hipster Northern Quarter.
Fabulous waitress, Charlie, even bearded and sockless, and gluten free food to die for.
Tea 42 on High Street turned us away and the cafe at the Museum of Science and Industry couldn’t be bothered like them but TGIs, Premier Inn West (Trafford Centre) and Dough over compensated.
Manchester you did us proud.