Atlas has actually been named one of the world's best bars. The WORLD. Who decides on these accolades, I wonder? Not that I'm knocking Atlas, I mean, heck, it's lovely enough and a much-needed cosy alternative to the almost unbearable sleekness of the Locks, but still. The world? Right opposite Deansgate station's main entrance, occupying the underside of a railway arch, you'll find this little watering hole. It acts as a refreshing change from Manchester's overly clean and clinical bars, with its multicoloured fabric wall panels and its colour scheme of brown, burgundy and grey. Massive armchairs that swallow you and squidgy sofas to collapse onto make it perfect for a lazy afternoon or evening, and the terrace outside is perfect for smokers and the summer months. But at the same time its decor confuses me somewhat, as I expect with the promises of real ale and Pieminister pies, for it to look more... traditional? Maybe that's just me.
Visit Atlas at weekends and you'll find DJs spinning a range of funky house and soul, and it does seem to be one of those bars where people are likely to stop off before a night on the town. Because of its location near the locks it can be fairly sparsely populated during weekdays, conversely bursting with revellers on Friday and Saturday nights. And of course, it's a particular breed who visit the locks so do expect a few bodycon dresses and strappy sandals. Draught drinks are your usual Carlsbergs and Stellas, Guinnesses and Tetleys, but you've also got the slightly more exotic likes of Grolsch, Peeterman and Leffe. The wine list is fairly modest, with five choices of red, six white and two roses.
Food-wise, Atlas veers towards the slightly more adventurous. Typically there are sandwiches but some effort has gone into the mains, with offerings like Moroccan lamb burgers, Basque chicken and even a scrumptious snack of goat's cheese crumpets. Crumpets and goat's cheese. They simply have to be two of my favourite things. Putting them together? A work of genius! Now excuse me while I wipe the drool off my keyboard...
Sorry to be graphic. So far, so pleasant. So is there anything missing? ...Well, unfortunately, there is. Friendliness. There's an odd air about Atlas. You know those two shopkeepers in The League of Gentleman who act suspiciously around those who 'aren't local'? That's what the Atlas staff do around presumably people they don't recognise as regulars or friends. This surprised me, it really did. Considering its location, surely they'd be used to a vastly varied clientele? Not the case it would seem. The first time I ever went in there I was simply asking directions to Castle Quay, and indeed I was looked up and down. This isn't exactly the greatest of attitudes when it comes to working in an institution which serves the public now, is it?
In conclusion? Similar problem to Dawsons Music. Everything's pretty, all is in place, what's on offer is indeed quality, it is simply the attitude that's the problem. Come on, Atlas staff, you don't want to end up like Tubbs and Edward now, do you? I'm simply awaiting the day when I walk out after finishing my beverage and unsuccessfully enquiring as to whether the staff have 'seen my friend' to hear the barmaid shout at the back of my head, 'We didn't burn him!' *Shivers with fear.* read more