Do not let the unusual design of the exterior put you off visiting this pub. When it first opened it was called the Moss Rose. An extensive refit had very considerably improved the interior decor of this once welcoming pub, with its pleasant vault and well appointed lounge.
Quiz is on Wednesdays and a Disco on Saturdays.
Lunches twelve until three.
Do not let the fact that the pub was demolished on the 26th of November 2013 deter you from visiting – we still have our memories and a few surviving snaps.
I have lived almost opposite the site for sixteen years, though ever so local it was never my local, but it provided a convenient and comfortable bolthole for the odd pint every now and again.
Once it looked just like this.
Opened in 1971, it was and always was a Hydes pub.
It had a distinctive architectural style and layout all of its own, an asymmetric timber clad dwelling at the core, complemented by a fan of single story rooms extending into the car park.
The name was changed subsequent to the tragic and unfortunate gangland killing that took place in September 1999. It never seemed to recover from such a damning reputation, and though well used by the many residents in the well populated surrounding area, the offer of hard cash for the site. must in the end have proved irresistible.
The doors closed the windows boarded up – no more karaoke, no more Northen Soul, no more free pool – no more nothing.
I passed by for years on bike and bus, never stopping for a pint but intrigued by the distinctive Sixties architecture, an exciting adjunct to the adjacent Woodley Precinct.
The physical embodiment of the post war brick and concrete optimism which permeates the post-war period. When full employment in a plethora of manual trades ensured a steady flow of post work-customers, expecting a steady flow of Robinson’s draught beers.
Then one day I passed by bike and you were shuttered up, sat silently on Hyde Road, the windows of your soul staring blankly at the passing parade.
When I pass by all the people say, just another pub on the lost highway.
Just down the road from my home on Didsbury Road, stands a pub on Didsbury Road.
The Dog and Partridge once an estate pub, clean lines, bare brick, fur coat no curtains.
You know the score.
Over time a boozer gets ideas about itself, ends up getting rendered and whitewashed by the Brewery’s guileless gentrifiers, who possess the unwholesome taste of a past their sell by date bag of pound shop crisps.
Not satisfied with the Farrow and Ballisation of our culture, we now have to contend with the Argosifiers too.
Where will it all end?
I’ve never been in, thieves have though!
A masked gang were frightened off from a Stockport pub by the landlord and landlady.
Officers describe the gang as wearing dark clothes and balaclavas and carrying large knives.
Detective Sergeant Geoffrey Machent said: “The landlord and landlady were understandably shocked to be confronted by these three intruders in balaclavas. Thankfully neither of them was hurt, but we want to stop these men from doing this again.”
A stone’s throw from the sweeping curves of the Etihad Stadium and the match day roar, stands The Corner Shop, it’s keg fuelled clientele roaring out an un-muted response to an almost constant stream of Sky Sports.
An implausible brick and tile asymmetric Scandinavian ski-lodge of a boozer, sandwiched between 70’s social housing and a new breed of recent urban redevelopment in the modern manner de jour.
The single storey low angled roof of the main bar area, meets the higher level of the landlord’s living quarters, to form a formidable bunker.
Happily the shutters were up and the light allowed into the open plan, on a day of two conflicted surrounding skies – blue and grey, just about sums it up.