As well as being my actual new home, to make it even homelier, nearby is a restaurant/cafe/bakery/temple of heavenly food under the name of Home Sweet Home. It's a haven for whacky cakes, a good old cuppa, a five dollar shake or an absolute meat feast - whatever takes your fancy that day. It's comfort food at it's finest.
Seemingly a popular haunt for the regular Mancunian, Home Sweet Home attracts an all-round array of customers. Hipster and non-hipster.
Specifically on a cake mission, I wasn't disappointed with the crazy choices available. From peanut butter goodness, to all-out-sugar-feast covered in jelly sweets - it's truly diabetes in a cake display.
There's a really welcoming vibe that kept my housemate and I there drinking tea for hours - like a little bit of tucked-away peace in the city... The sweet potato fries also played a fairly large part in keeping me there, the same going for the buttermilk chicken. Leaving without trying everything is almost impossible since everything to leave the kitchen looks incredibly delicious, and if this isn't the kind of restaurant that you have your fellow guests taste your meal and vice versa, then I don't know what is. As for skipping dessert, dieters, it's just not gonna happen! With a hulk-sized Oreo pancake to challenge all pancakes and cakes to break a sweat out of a sweet-toothed champ, you know you're gaining 5 pounds when you visit. Will you find me there every weekend? YES.