Altrincham Market, Manchester

Market House Coffee, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Altrincham Market, Manchester
Succulents, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Trove, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Bunting, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Altrincham Market, Manchester
Wolfhouse, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Waiting for food, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Korean fried chicken burger, Wolfhouse, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Korean fried chicken burger, Wolfhouse, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Tender Cow, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Steak sandwich, Tender Cow, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Tender Cow, Altrincham Market, Manchester
Altrincham Market, Manchester

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One of those places that people would always gasp ‘you haven’t?!’ in response to me admitting I'd yet to visit, Altrincham Market lies half an hour south of the city centre (just far enough away to build up a get-ready appetite!). The original offering from the team behind the new city-based venture Mackie Mayor, Alty Market boasts a prime hotspot off-of Altrincham’s High Street, its market town roots laid bare for one's greedy-eyes in the Grade II listed, 1879-dated presence.

Meeting up with dearest Lyzi (whom I’d previously met once, some almost-handful of years ago in Bath for a bloggy Christmas Market event) at her (rather Mancunian-themed, umbrella-decorated) hotel, we zoomed off in a taxi to Altrincham pulling up outside a welcome-on-over flower stall, thirsty for a hot drink, and ready for a wander.

Grabbing the former from a tucked-just-inside coffee stall, we headed out ‘backstage’ (i.e. away from ‘centrestage’, aka the for-yer-bellies area!) through the stalls, running enchanted fingertips across (I wouldn’t mind taking that home!) crockery and getting our fill of foody (mostly thanks to the paella) smells, before meandering along the high street a little, taking in an up-to-its-eyeballs-in-lovely shop and some outside, making-me-even-more-hungry (…the bread! Oh the bread!) stalls, before looping back on inside to search down a ‘now what shall we have?’ table.

Our eyes on the Korean chicken prize before we’d even entered the market, we spent some time scanning the boards for another dish to split before nodding in 'let's have the steak sarnie' agreement, Lyzi snaking way through crowds to queue up and order whilst I people (and pupper) watched back at our ‘found one!’ spot. Arriving first, Wolfhouse’s chicken burger quite literally made its cut-above-the-rest mark, decorating finger tips with dollops of sweet yet sour pack-a-punch flavours in its sticky-sauce-and-pickled-salad offerings, topped off with crispy onion-y bits that danced over plate edge, leaving a ‘we woz ere’ trail!

Satiating the tastebuds not yet quite-fully tickled with went-back-for-cookies, we left the market with bellies full to under-ribs, and tired eyes heavy from all the eating (because yes, that's a thing), waving goodbye to Alty with a swoosh back off to the city.