You can imagine my surprise when I looked at Manchester and Salford's pub guides and so many recommended the King's Arms. I'd never been, because pubs on Chapel Street scare me. The road is dotted with so many tatty-looking alehouses with threatening looking folk smoking outside, I thought you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming into any drinking establishment on the stretch of road that's so direly in need of regeneration, they've only gone and put purple boards over all the collapsing buildings as if to say, 'We'll do something. Promise. Just, you know, in a while. Soon.'
However, rookie mistake... the King's Arms is actually down a side street off Chapel Street, which... actually in a way that makes the idea scarier but I was determined, I'd heard so many good things and the blonde had been there a few times, assuring me it was lovely. So. What's all the fuss about?
It IS lovely! Like the Crescent, it has that elusive perfect balance of old man's pub and boho chic. In fact it trumps the Crescent in terms of the whole boho chic vibe with its framed posters of John Lennon and kooky decor accessories, such as rows of mirrors dotted along the back of the very comfy, very long cushioned bench and a clock with a pattern of ornate frames around it. Seriously, you have to see it to truly appreciate it.
It's a huge pub, and kind of has the vibe of going into one of those country houses, but in this case it's a townhouse and a very pretty one at that. High ceilings and original features make it an experience just to be in there, and the colours that have painted the walls are both eccentric and respectful, as strange a combination as that might be. The outdoor smoking area is something to behold, with a little bamboo shelter and seats with cushions. The bar area is awesome-looking and our barman, oh, *sigh*, he was just perfect. I've never met someone so helpful and knowledgable. I shall divulge.
We arrived, and while I was eyeing up the great range of fruit beers (note to everyone: please try Peach Timmermans. It is the meaning of lush) the blonde was contemplating going for something different. When sloe gin was absent she went for a Pimms, and was offered generic or Winter. Since Manchester seems to have recently turned into an unpredictable hybrid of Chicago and Seattle climate-wise, she opted for the one with Winter spices and was offered it hot or cold. This led to much musing on the subject of warm alcoholic drinks, which she's a fan of, and the superb barman said, 'If you want a hot drink I can recommend this.' It was a Yates' Australian liqueur, designed to be served with hot water, possibly lemon, and honey or brown sugar. She decided to be adventurous.
And because of that, we have discovered a lovely drink that will warm your cockles in the colder months. It was delicious. And it only cost £2.50. She also picked up a bar snack, some pork scratchings which usually come in tiny packets but there were literally enough to feed an army. That's value for money. Speaking of food, I promise to update this review when I've tried what I'm assured are delicious meals there.
In terms of what goes in here, where do I start? Yes, it's lovely for a pint of pull as my father in law says, but there's a theatre upstairs, live jazz every Wednesday, and even a knitting class in the snug on Mondays. How cute is that? (I might actually go for that one, I've always wanted to knit.)
We also experienced a bit of local flavour. We were lucky enough to be in there at the same time as a Salford born and bred man who actually lives in France now, but was visiting. In his generosity he offered us a shot each of the French apple brandy he'd brought back. Yes, there was no chastising from the barman, he provided the glasses in fact! When the Salford stalwart offered us the beverage he did joke about the fact that it wasn't a date rape drug, and I know that my mother would brain me for taking drinks from strangers but I could see the bottle and all his friends drinking from it so the blonde and I were more than happy to give it a try.
'The best pub in the world, this is,' he told us. 'In the WORLD. I live in France, and I miss it every day.'
His enthusiasm spoke volumes. When the blonde mentioned that it was my first time in here, he was aghast. I told him I'd be coming back. The place was giving me that warm fuzzy feeling that I usually only get from the Crescent. In terms of location, if you live near the university, say at the Royal like myself, or Zenith, or that weird white building with the poetry on the side, or in fact attend the university, the location is perfect, because it's about halfway back from Manchester's town centre - perfect for breaking up your journey by foot and popping in for a few drinks before heading home. And the range of beers on tap as well as in bottles smacks of a place that knows its real ale. Now I understand what all the pub guides are talking about. read more