Albert’s Chop House is the third of the Manchester chop houses owned by the rugby botherer, Roger Ward. He reminds Gordo of his Georgian Italian marble fireplace in his lounge. Solid, whilst giving off a lot of heat.
Granny will love it, taking her back to when men were men and horseradish blew her knickers off
Gordo loves people like Roger. The Managing Director of the North’s best advertising company back then, he was sat in a board meeting listening to the tufty club go on with themselves for a couple of hours; he brought the meeting to order and gave his thoughts on the whole debate.
“Fuck this, I’m off.”
And indeed that was it. He walked out of the building, never walked back in and bought Sam’s Chop House, which had been shut for many a year.
After a good brush up, he reopened it and well over a decade later it won the Confidential readers award for best pub 2016/17.
He recently bought the Square Albert in Albert Square, re-opening it as Albert’s Chop House. He spent many a month looking at the new gaff, and, being riddled with OCD, re-did the whole place a second time last month. The bar’s now a proper bar. And the cracking new look carries on downstairs into the restaurant.
And, most importantly, he dusted off and wheeled out the old roast trolley.
Much to Gordo’s delight.
Roger’s team picked whole rump pieces of well-aged beef to roast on Sundays, along with perfecting the gravy, roast spuds and, ta-da, Yorkshires, the only good thing to come out of that county apart from the odd good-looking woman; the latest being the charming Emily Heward, who unfortunately chose the Manchester Evening Bad News to work for. She’ll learn.
In the meantime, Gordo took his daughter and grandson, Harry, aka The Sproglet, for those who follow twitter, to try it all out.
You get two courses for less than twenty English, three for less than twenty-five. It’s fantastic value; great for family lunches (they have proper food kids’ menus) because granny will love it, taking her back to when men were men and horseradish blew her knickers off, whilst it's about time the missus had some time out, to be fair.
The devilled whitebait is crunchy with a good back kick, whilst the kitchen brigade knows how to store, slice and plate smoked salmon. Puds are ‘wicked’ too, according to The Sproglet.
It’s a great Sunday lunch. Gordo’s been and is going back, a firm #GordoGo.
Gueridon trolleys were an institution in the 50s and 60s. They bring the carvery, the chef and some old fashioned theatre to the dining table. It’s a bit of respect for the meat. As a trained butcher Gordo likes this.
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