Thursday, September 03, 2009

Sitcoms as sandwich shops: an occasional series

Catering in the terminus leaves plenty to be desired and, well, you can't get a train to Hale there. But Victoria station – the Manchester one – has its charms. The intricately paned exterior canopies are a treat, and then there's this place.

A yellowing sign in the window informs us that it doesn't sell cigarettes or phone cards but, as the vacant glass chiller makes clear, it doesn't sell anything else these days, either: another prime site going begging at the Urbis end of town.

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