Faces and Places

This is the kind of pub where you walk through the doors expecting it to be early 2000's, a smoke filled, fascinating piece of local legend and that is exactly what it is, bar the smoke. Dimly lit rooms, fairy lights dotted around to moderate modernism, a free table is always hard to find in this little gem, tonight is no different. It's an eclectic mix of young and old, hipster and local, all coming together to enjoy a weekday pint or ten - the prices are something not to be sniffed at - in a time where a good pint can set you back up for £5 in Manchester, with an incredible selection of local ales, beers, stouts, all circling the £2-3 mark; it is easy to see why this place is often filled to the rafters. Alas, I didn't come here to play dominos or darts with the husky local men tonight, I'm here to meet a friend. An unexpected friend. I'm not one who strikes up new friendships so easily, with a somewhat garbled past, I often find it difficult to take leaps of...