Rough as Fuck + Tidy Birds & Piggy Doggies {Days 7 and 8, Manchester}

Days 7 Saturday, September 14 Manchester

This weekend was totally fantastic. We had the best time at James' place and he is just the greatest host and friend ever.

Saturday morning Kris and I were both a bit "roughed up" and James was "rough as fuck", which comes out sounding like "roof as fook" with their awesome accent. That's way more fun to say than "hung over". We actually woke up to James knocking on our door saying that it was noon and the football game started two hours before he thought it did, so we needed to get up if we were going to go with him and watch it.

So we did. He actually left before us and we met him there and he drew us a little map so we wouldn’t get lost:

Manchester England 2013

. Made some quick eggs and coffee and stopped on the way to put a load of laundry in at the "launderette". It was 3 pounds, or roughly $4.60 or a wash! Crazy, right? And 1 pound for every 15 minutes of time in the dryer. Totally worth it as travelers, but on the regular that would suck.

We met James at a cute little pub called Montpelliers and watched the end of the match. It was Manchester United vs Crystal Palace. Kris and James had this funny exchange:
Kris: Is Crystal Palace a city?
James: Hmmm, No - I think it's a town.
Kris: What's the difference?
James; Well, you can only be a city if you've got a Cathedral
Kris: That's fucking weird
James: That's England for ya, mate!

Afterwards Kris and I were hungry at about 3:30 - the absolute perfect time to have afternoon tea, as they don't even start serving it until 2:30. I like how afternoon tea is really a thing over here. It's not just some novel thing that we have americanized and ruined. Real British people regularly sit and have afternoon tea. We went to the most adorable little place called Teacup on Thomas.

Manchester, England Teacup on Thomas

After that we walked all around Manchester and saw some really great shit. It is a really adorable town.

Manchester England 2013

Everything in England is proper and all of the signage is so polite! BTW - this photo was taken by Kris as he was actively shitting:

Manchester England 2013

Isn't Manchester so cute? There’s cute little pubs on every corner. A bit later we went into a pub called Thomas' Chop House because they were highly rated and had a dish called "lamb faggots". We went up to the host stand and the host was an adorable British guy in a 3 piece suit. He said they were full at the moment - he had a table that was on dessert, but he was afraid they may linger and then we may miss being able to order food since their kitchen was closing soon. I asked if there was anywhere else in the area he recommended and he said they had a sister restaurant called "Sam's" and he's call over and see if they had room. That would just never happen in America. It just wouldn't. Everyone is so totally genuine here and they treat you like an old friend. So, he called to the other place and told them we'd be coming. Then he walked us out of the restaurant so that he could show us how to get to the other one.

We walked in to Sam's and the cute host guy there was expecting us. We waited just a few minutes and then sat and had the most amazing fish and chips EVER.

Just a couple of dorks, waiting for a table + fish and chips in the front and chicken kiev in the back:

Day 8 - Sunday, September 15 Manchester

This morning was super lazy and lovely. We made breakfast and coffee with James and hung out watching and making fun of British reality TV.

A bit later Kris and I went downstairs to Fig & Sparrow - the coffee shop that is right underneath James' building. We were plotting and scheming our next move, sending couch surfing requests, seeing which little towns we were near that we might want to explore and other things like that.

Around 4pm we went back upstairs and hung out with James until his roommate, James, came home and we could all go out to Sunday dinner. The other James turned out to be totally adorable. He was tall, lean, and blonde curly haired just like our James.

Following the twin James' thru Manchester to our Sunday dinner spot:

Manchester England 2013

This pub we went to, Kozmanots, was so goddamn delicious. England gets a bad rap for food, but we've had nothing but great food in Manchester. This Sunday dinner consisted of little Yorkshire puddings, roasted potatoes, mashed potatoes, individual meat pies, roasted broccoli and carrots, and grilled chunks of butternut squash. Oh, and a little pitcher filled with the best gravy ever to pour over everything.

Manchester England 2013

After dinner James had a date with a tidy bird he was really excited about. Hot girls are called Tidy Birds and frumpy fugly girls are called piggy doggies. Hilarious.

While he was on his date, Kris and I went for a walk through gay town. It was super gay and cute. Then we stumbled upon a really cute cinema/bookstore/bar/coffee shop. We sat for a while and got our travel plans for the next few days situated. One thing I'll never do again is fly by the seat of my pants when I'm traveling on a budget. Spontaneous travel is fun if you don't have to worry about money. But we're on a budget. So planning at the last minute is super frustrating because it's not a matter of just oh we wanna go here so we'll hop on the train and crash at this B and B. It's like - searching and searching for the cheapest plane, train or bus ticket and going through ad after ad on Airbnb looking for the nicest looking place that's cheap but also not skeezy. Such a time suck and something I'd much rather have had planned beforehand. But, we didn't know. And this is the only part of the trip that isn't planned so that's good.

After we got out shit squared away we took a brisk walk through the rain back home.