With El Food One away researching Moroccan food I was left flying solo for this visit, where and why did I choose where I chose? These are questions I have been asking myself a few times a day since that fateful day, and my friends please keep reading but do not expect an answer to them all.
“They Are The Walrus”
A Poem by the El Food Brothers, Aged ‘should know better’
To the tune of ‘I Am The Walrus’
What better way to combat the boredom of a Saturday morning trip to see the mortgage adviser than and ad hoc visit to ‘La Soupe du Jour’ a recent addition the thriving gourmet metropolis that is Warrington.
The quest was set, lets find the best mash in the Northern Quarter. Our first hit of mash is being provided by Pieminister, for two reasons, first, we love a good pun, and secondly, it says ‘Pie & Mash’ in the window.
Its a sunny day in Manchester and spirits are high, there are lots of hipsters wandering round taking instagrams, so we join in.
Cheap eat Monday this week, which is a thing I’ve just made up, is courtesy of Gabbots, in the Arndale centre. Although it says it has a new name, the plastic bag (no charge) it came in says Gabbots, so Gabbots it is.
“Shall we do Tusk, or is it Walrus, are they the same thing? They must be the same thing”
“Whats the place over there with the Pig?”
And so we find our selves in The Blue Pig, offering 50% off selected meals, which on closer inspection, all come from the same magical animal that is the pig.
“Is it too early to go back to Dive?”
The answer was no. Its pissing it down in Manchester, and at least we know the way to there. We agree to meet at the back, but neither of us can agree where that is. We eventually meet at the same entrance as yesterday, and nearly drown in a puddle covered by a wooden board.