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Seems like we were just IN Manchester…because we were.  The plan at the time was to go see Florence and the Machine at the AO.  But Florence broke her foot in London the day before the show.  So our main reason for coming to the UK was obviated.  Dang.

We decided to return to see the Florence show if and when it was rescheduled.  The show happened February 3rd, and it was magical.  21,000 fans singing along in an emotional outpouring of live music.  Florence and the Machine shows are not to be missed!

Last time it was the Lowry.  This time we targeted the Midland Manchester, one of those grande dame hotels of yore that has been updated to modern in a British kind of way.  The best thing about the Midland is its prime location and a pretty decent bar.

We were assigned 541, a junior suite category room.  The coloring is tasteful and yet has all of the life sucked out of it.

We spent most of our very limited time in the bedroom half.

Meanwhile the bathroom had lots of room for, well, we’re not sure.  But the shower was quite nice indeed.

The under utilized sitting room.  Turns out most of the sitting was in the downstairs lobby bar.

We arrived Thursday morning.  Our room was available and ready, which was a very pleasant surprise!  Wish more hotels would listen when you tell them you are arriving early from a transcontinental flight.  Well done Midland!

It was off for lunch at the Ivy.

Followed by packing to depart (!!), some cocktails in the bar (during which an invasion of penguins occurred), and a fancy pants dinner at the French.  Dinner at the French was very good indeed, but still seemed overpriced.  The table space deserves some rethinking.

We slept in and headed to Bills for breakfast the morning of the show. Or more accurately, early afternoon.  Bill’s is a great place to relax over a long breakfast with some Bloody Marys.

We spent a bit of time wandering Manchester, but before we knew it, we were off to the concert.  We made a detour through Five Guys on the way over for a Maryland burger.

The concert was fantastic.

Late night drinks at the Midland bar were fun even when the ABBA clad Germans invaded.  Each time we inhabited the bar, we found excellent bartenders willing to learn and a bit frustrated by lack of certain ingredients.  We deleted the Fernet.

The whole trip, though a whirlwind, was well worth all of the flying.

Four showerheads for the Midland Manchester.

 

Sometimes the Fates smile on NPS. Well actually, the Fates are awesome and we mostly love them. This is one of those times. Coming to silicon valley and want to see some great friends? Well it turns out that Yo Yo Ma is in town playing his cello. Sure, the concert has been sold out for months, but you know that thing about the Fates we were talking about.

So we saw the astounding show (which featured a Shosaakovich piece that was out of this world in addition to the usual candy). And then we had a delicious “after the three encores” dinner at Monsieur Benjamin just down the street from the Davies. Our millenial waiter was amusing.

After that it was too late to try out the new Wildhawk (which we are bummed about…sorry Kenny).

Evidence of hippies abounded in SF at an undisclosed location. For example, consider this fridge which seems to have a Bitter Liberals sticker on it.

Or this collection of original Haight-Ashbury posters from the ’60s.

Must be San Francisco.

Even the trip back is looking up since this go ’round we have the seat we always try to get on Virgin America. If only the gogo network were not so sporadic.

Almost forgot a quick visit to one of my very favorite bars, Dirty Habit where Raul Ayala made me a Desert in the Tropics
1.5 Citadelle gin
.5 lemon juice
.5 pineapple gum syrup
.5 cactus puree
.5 leonor 12 palo cortado sherry

rim with smoked paprika and salt

Just fantastic