It is one of the North’s best kept secrets, a foodie paradise that is completely under the radar of the rest of the country: Bury Market – or, the World Famous Bury Market, as the signpost at its entrance boasts.
I’d seen it on a TV food show recently and so, on my next visit to Manchester, I decided it was time for a long-overdue visit.
In an ideal world, I wouldn’t have had my Old Man and two kids in tow, but hey-ho, needs must, so we trekked off round the M60 to find this Mecca to all food Lancastrian. And what a treat it was.
Black puddings as thick as your arm; Lancashire cheese so young the curds had barely separated from the whey; creamy boiled and mashed black Maple peas; vegetables so huge they looked as if they’d been plucked from a giant’s allotment; and vast, vast amounts of poultry, meat, fish and seafood.
It was heaven.
Click on their website for a proper guide, but in the meantime, feast your eyes on this lot…