Holy frick. This is brilliant. This is ruddy fantastic. Goodbye Valu, hello shiny new Morrisons. I love this branch so much, I can remember exactly what was going on when I first encountered it. I'd seen all the billboards, so after my swim I trundled up from the Aquatics Centre over to Grafton Street in the fuh-reezing cold, hair wet and everything. I was listening to Wasting Light by the Foo Fighters on my giant headphones. Great album. At first glance it just looked like a spanking new version of a Morrisons, smaller with self-service checkouts and friendly staff. Then I noticed something clever.
The reduced section is the first thing you see. So, this is in the Uni District, we're expecting a student clientele. Bloody genius. I straight away loaded my basket with a reduced rice, some sweet chilli chicken, a lovely pack of bhajis - that night's tea sorted then. (Sorry students, but you need to get up before 10am to grab these bargains.) I had a little wander, and wasn't quite prepared for what waited around the corner. An entire station of wonderment. So, there's a juicer machine, right. One of those giant industrial ones that's just stupidly brilliant. It's filled with oranges and surrounded by ice. Within that ice are nestled slurpee-type cups and small bottles, all containing freshly pressed juice ready for you to grab. Shift over to the right, there's a proper coffee machine that'll whip you up anything a Starbucks has on its list of basics. Hovering at around £1.19 for stuff you'd be paying in excess of £2 for? Pour your own!
But the giant soup kettles filled with delicious porridge sent me loopy. Porridge is a quid. A mere quid. And the tubs you place your porridge in? Giant. It's hot and they've popped a bottle of Golden Syrup, a squeezy honey and a pourable jam by the porridge vats... great news for my boyfriend who happens to think Golden Syrup is nectar of the gods, I'd go with maple but d'you know what? I had a whole load of maple at his. The bus stops right over the road. My destination was mere minutes away. And the porridge was still hot when I got home. I *enjoyed* that porridge, and my zingy fresh juice. My spoils had cost me pittance and I felt treated. Also, not only was it really simple to get breakfast items (which include fresh pastries of course) through the self-service checkouts, but the lady manning them was so nice and instantly helped me when I made stupid mistakes. #failingatlife
Porridge gives way to baked spuds after 11am which you can take away. Also there's a hot food counter with fresh bacon and cheese pastries. Be still my drooling chops. This might just be my favourite supermarket in Manchester, and for the equivalent of a Metro/Local/7-11 type shop, it's racing miles ahead of any other. read more