The use of the word 'supermarket' is perhaps a little optimistic here: it's your average corner shop, let's not get above ourselves. It does, however, stock fig rolls and a massive array of alcohol, so we shouldn't write it off too soon (anywhere stocking that figgy biscuit treat is more than fine with me).
Known as Mr G's to its locals, this place is generally used by the students who live in the halls next door. However, it is also useful for those visiting The Footage, the Deaf Institute or The Pub (all within about 10metres away) and who need chewing gum in case of unexpected pulling situations. So for those who like a little random fumbling on your night out, then this is your place.
The main guy, affectionately nicknamed Mr G (that's not his real name. No-one knows what that is), is manager and it would seem, Pervert in Chief. We were his 'lovely ladies' when we lived in the aforementioned halls-next-door, but did we ever get a discount? Did we hell. Having said that, you'd be hard pushed to find a girl he didn't apply the rather euphemistic 'lovely ladies' tag to, so perhaps we weren't that special after all.
I haven't been in a while, so I can't tell you if Mr G is still around. I would imagine he is, still 'flirting' with the lovely ladies who visit... I do hope they don't mind, he's harmless enough. A perfectly normal corner shop in a normal corner of Manchester, BUT... They do stock fig rolls. And the supply of chewing gum has saved me from embarrassing situations on more than one occasion (maybe I like a little random fumbling on a night out, alright?!). So that's why I've given this place one more star than I intended to, and awarded a nice big 4 stars to Mr G and his supermarket. Lovely. read more