Published on April 18th, 2013 | by thehungrymanc1
The Parlour – Chorlton
It’s been a while since I visited The List. So on a recent Saturday afternoon with nothing planned I decided to give it a little look over.
Having asked Twitter for some suggestions – and having chosen to ignore those along the lines of “Bore off” and “Stop banging on about that bloody list”, I opted to visit The Parlour in Chorlton.
A much praised eatery in the autumn of 2012 after receiving the award for best Sunday lunch from Observer Food Monthly. However the head chef, who was, by some accounts, largely responsible for that particular gong has moved on so I was keen to see how the food offering was now.
The Parlour is an odd place, In a good way. The retail appearance of the frontage, perhaps making The Parlour look more cafe than pub. Step through the front door though and you’re greeted with good, solid, mismatched tables and chairs sat upon stripped back floorboards which guide the eye to the back of the building where it meets the great looking bar. Moreover the changing taps of proper beers.
To my pleasure on this visit Moorhouse’s Black Cat was available to accompany lunch. Pint in hand, in a pint pot like my dad used to have, you know, with the handle and the dimples, I relaxed into the bustle of the Saturday lunch peak. Just back to those pint pots a sec…. they are old fashioned but they also seem to be becoming more and more popular – now it could just be me but they don’t always fit the establishment, here however at least they seemed right.
So, menu perused I opted for the mince and onion pie. Pie, pint, perfick.
The puff pastry topped pie was accompanied with some thick chips (obviously) and pickled red cabbage. Now thick chips are all well and good but these were monsters. This unfortunately meant that some of them were not has light and fluffy in the middle as they might have been. Good crunchy exterior though. The cabbage was tasty, sharp and zingy with just a touch of anise in the background – meaning the rich pie gravy didn’t run away with the show. There was very little to grumble about with the pie as well, good beefy flavours lightened with a touch of thyme – the only complaint here was that I would have rathered that a massive woody thyme stalk hadn’t been left in the filling so that it could attempt to get down my throat, but I guess I should/could learn to take smaller mouthfuls.
The lunch at The Parlour was absolutely what I was looking for on this bright and breezy early spring day.
I really must make arrangements to go along and try this Sunday lunch soon. Who’s been? Worth the gamble of getting a table?