Emma Louise M.
Yelp
Woodstock. Sold on the name already. I like the little bird in Snoopy a lot, and I'm also enamoured by the idea of three days of peace, love and music. (Let's just forget that 1999 disaster ever happened. Great line-up, sure, but five dollar bottles of water do not happy campers make.) So it's one thing to have a pub recommended to you by a friend, but it's quite another to have a pub recommended to you by a friend who not only has worked in the bar industry but knows loads of people who manage bars. Vickie S was the advocate of the Woodstock, and how right she was.
On a lazy Sunday, the other half and I took my 'rents into Didsbury Village. We ventured to the Green where we found a 45 minute wait for food in The Didsbury, so our default if-wet choice was the Woodstock. This was testament to the idea that everything happens for a reason, and as soon as we walked across the beer gardens of the Woodstock with their picnic benches and entered its grand building, we were very happy. This is one lovely higgledy-piggledy building with mismatch furniture, snugs and corridors, and where we were told by a very sweet front-of-house lady, "Oh, just grab any table you like. We've got seats upstairs as well, all table service - we'll bring you your drinks and everything." Aces! So up we went and found ourselves a table for four. I found myself drinking a very delicious Chardonnay, Dad was chuffed with his bitter IPA and we were impressed with the Sunday menu.
There were a few items they'd run out of... and once again, everything happens for a reason. They were offering a shoulder of lamb as a replacement for the chicken and pork that had been snapped up already, and my pa went for that. Mum and myself opted for the veggie Wellington with wild mushrooms and brie, while the BF had beef. All the roasts came with proper trimmings, but first we had starters to contend with - mushrooms on toast with stilton, prawn cocktail and spring vegetable soup. These set the benchmark. My gawd, were they supreme. Sauces, seasonings and textures were just spot on, and the mains continued the trend. Delicious rich Yorkshires, huge puff pastry-coated Wellingtons, a succulent, tender shoulder of lamb falling off the bone and melting in the mouth (slow-cooked to perfection) and the beef followed suit. It seemed almost rude not to share a gooey brownie between the four of us, made surprisingly with beetroot. People, it worked. Amazingly.
Great veggie options, awesome drinks, a fab atmosphere, family-friendly, ridiculously tasty food and friendly conversations with the manager himself. Woodstock, you rock!