fyg deli, manchester
when you’ve spent your friday night drinking, it can be easy to fall back on a reliable greasy spoon or homemade fry up the next morning.
although how i eat is by no means ‘healthy’, i do try and avoid proper cooked breakfasts (i much prefer pancakes as big as your face…)
on this particular occasion, we wanted something new – somewhere we hadn’t been before. you can go in for breakfast, lunch or just to browse the deli shelves, full of interesting oils and chutneys.
fyg deli has been on our radar for some time as we have only ever heard amazing things about it, and we weren’t disappointed.
the beefy special for the day – pulled balsamic steak – on ciabatta artisan bread. excuse the boring, poorly shot photo, but my post-white wine brain just wanted to devour the thing. every bite was delicious and fully appreciated; soft meat with ‘burnt ends’ reminiscent of the best american bbq.
the boyf’s greek flatbread was a much more exciting affair, but hard to take a snap of – falafel and hummus aren’t that photogenic. luckily, it tasted better than it looks here. despite the long list of ingredients, everything worked really well together. it was a bit wet for my liking, meaning i would’ve ended up with half of it in my lap, but i’d definitely give it a go on another visit.
we walked away with happy stomachs and a tub of lemony, garlicky hummus for later.