Pasty Shop — Restaurant in Manchester

I recently missed my train and decided to get a pie and potato wedges from The Pasty Shop. Having passed there a number of times I had often looked at the pies and thought how lovely they looked, so I forked out the £3.99 for a bacon and cheese Pasty and £1.95 for a servingof spicy wedges. Service was ok, but I expected more from a place which flogs pies for almost a fiver. Got on the train and took out my dinner. Wedges were nice and tasty, not too spicy for the hypersensitive British palate, but the serving was quite a bit smaller than it looked due to some clever packaging which left me feelinga bit cheated. Moving on to my bacon and cheese Pasty... With great anticipation I bit into what I thought would be a taste sensation - how wrong I was! The crust, although beautifully golden, was thick and hard as a piece of rawhide. I had to chew it for several minutes before it was fit for swallowing, and then to my utter dismay, I encountered the filling. Now usually this would be the best part of the Pasty, but alas, it was not. Instead of a delicious medley of cheese and bacon what found was potato. Yes. Potato. Slices of boiled potato with a very sparse sprinkling of bacon bits so small that I had to put my glasses on to be able to confirm that it was indeed bacon that I was looking at, and not just a random foreign object. Cheese? (Insert laugh of derision here) These was some sort of sauce but, it neither looked nor tasted anything like a cheese sauce. In fact the only thing that could taste was potato, which would have been great if I had purchased a potato Pasty in a salty gelatin sauce, but I didn't. Would I repurchase - no. Can I...

Here I am, a lonely traveller from Australia- arriving in Manchester with bags under my eyes and a heavy step with my boot. Under a weary gaze, a pasty unclouded my vision, and I am drawn to the sweet smell of Cornwalls finest baked goods. A name-tag floats into consciousness shortly after my olfactory senses take the pasties in. It reads: 'Dot'. As soon as I spy this badge of dearest honour, my life becomes easier; my breath slows down, my load is lifted, and angels on high confirm that this lady will take my worries away for the day. No sooner can I fumble the words "pasty", and "sausage roll", Dot is quick as a flash- with tomato and brown sauce flung with delicate assurance to the bottom of each brown paper bag. I barely have to say a word. "That'll be eleven pound seventy-three" I hear. Now I sometimes sit and stare upon an empty paddock, thoughts adrift. The sky turns blue, grey, dark, and red. The suns and moons take all their leaves and reappearances in quick succession. The older I get, the greater Dot's service speaks to me- it all seemed so easy back in those days... How I wish I could turn back those hours and relive this experience...

But wait! There is still time...! Perhaps if I am to re-visit that city; that station; that same old Pasty shop kiosk... Will I have the honour? I hope with all my might that Dot will still be there- I wish and dream and scream up at the heavens that I might be right... AND with...

Today at around 21:40. Me and my friend approached this shop to grab a hot drink. The lady on the counter was rude when telling us that the machines were off and the shop was closed. I had a empty drink carton that I wanted to carefully dispose of but there were no bins in the station. I politely asked the lady if she could dispose of it in one of her bins. She was rude again telling no and that she had no bins in her shop and that I should leave it and litter on the train station floor for cleaners to pick up. I walked off and went Pret a Manger instead to get a hot drink and they took my rubbish no problem when I asked. I then went back past and told her Pret a Manger took my rubbish no problems and I will be leaving a bad review she seemed very shocked and changed her tune. My friend then asked why couldn't you just take the rubbish she then said it could have anything in it like a bomb and is against health and safety and was the train station rules. When Pret a Manger also in the station were fine to take it. My friend said if was left on the floor in the train station and outside your shop if it had a bomb then how is that also safe.. You could feel my carton was clearly empty too. I am shocked and appalled at her attitude, accusations and response. She needs to be trained on how to speak to customers properly and professionally. I would totally...