I’ve heard many reports of London Chinatown’s demise. Shame when Manchester’s equivalent is thriving so well. I found myself in The Big Smoke on business with nothing better to do than check out the rumours, so I selected a random place on Lisle Street just behind Leicester Square.
When in dining mode, I am a grazer. I like to sample a range of flavours, and try new things as often as possible. Chinese banquets are great.  I like my Indian food to be served on as many plates as possible so I can play culinary Russian roulette with my taste buds. A spot of lime pickle on a spoonful of Vindaloo is like walking your tongue across hot coals, but this is far superior to pavement slabs of bland meat.
The ultimate grazer’s delight is a combination of three words: Spain, seafood and tapas. I think I may have found my mecca, ironically just to the west of the railway station in Fuengirola, Costa del Sol. This place is one of the best restaurants I’ve ever eaten in and almost certainly the best value.
Manchester is one of, if not the, best cities in the world. So you will not be surprised to hear that I find Manchester’s Chinatown to be even better than London’s. I admit that I have never been to San Francisco where Chinatown has its own website so must be impressive. But for now, let me tell you that if you fancy Chinese food, Manchester is a better place to eat it than Peking. At the risk of supercalifragilisticity, let’s drill down a little further. Pacific is one of the best Chinese restos in Manchester Chinatown.
So it was natural to want to check out the second floor (which is the Thai menu) and presumably just as good as the Chinese on the floor below? Er, no….
Stumble It!