This cafe has the trendy look, it stocks the trendy tea, and is in the trendy Northern Quarter of Manchester. The cafe has the potential to be amazing, world class.
Sadly, the cafe is let down by its staff. Having been a few times, although have vowed never to return after my last trip, I have identified the following characters:
1. The slovenly, cheese-in-his-beard-from-last-nights-McDonalds guy. He's cheery enough, but you get a distinct feeling he's just picked his nose before dishing out your tea.
2. The dominatrix purple-haired girl. If she doesn't like you, she'll be bitter, rude and condescending. I saw someone ask her once if they did takeaway coffee. Well, you'd think they'd just eaten her family gerbil and said it tasted sinewy.
3. The keep-quiet runner. He's a mean tidier-away, but ask him for help? Oh no, that's not his job. He'll smile, 'oh yes, no problem'. But it's a ruse to keep you quiet so he can go clean away more plates.
There's plenty of cafes in the Northern Quarter, all with their charms. If you want to leave feeling like a valued customer, I'd try somewhere else. If looks-over-substance is your thing, then take just one piece of advice - do NOT sit at one of the back tables. You might as well be a leper. On an island colony. With halitosis.
Nil points Teacup. And yet you could be sooo good!