Best Indian Restaurant In Manchester

There used to be a curry house in Ashton in the 90s on Old Street, the one that was upstairs, name escapes me. It wasn't a particularly good curry house, did well at weekends, well, when folk actually paid for their food.

Two rum lads I know went in one night after a session of ale. They ordered everything they fancied, plus a few drinks as well. It was a well known place for pissed up lads to do a runner from.

Carl and Chris rumaged through their pockets to coin together about £2.50 in loose change. Carl said to Chris -"what are we gonna do, there's a waiter guarding the door...?"...... "I know, I'll fake an heart attack"... So Chris through himself to the floor to writhe around holding his chest gasping for air.

"Quick, help, my mate is having a heart attack".... All the staff and diners were hoodwinked Into believing Chris was having a heart attack, such was his acting skills amongst the commotion.

"Right, get up quick, there's no one on the door, leg it.".... And they did, the cheeky hardfaced cunts.
 
There used to be a curry house in Ashton in the 90s on Old Street, the one that was upstairs, name escapes me. It wasn't a particularly good curry house, did well at weekends, well, when folk actually paid for their food.

Two rum lads I know went in one night after a session of ale. They ordered everything they fancied, plus a few drinks as well. It was a well known place for pissed up lads to do a runner from.

Carl and Chris rumaged through their pockets to coin together about £2.50 in loose change. Carl said to Chris -"what are we gonna do, there's a waiter guarding the door...?"...... "I know, I'll fake an heart attack"... So Chris through himself to the floor to writhe around holding his chest gasping for air.

"Quick, help, my mate is having a heart attack".... All the staff and diners were hoodwinked Into believing Chris was having a heart attack, such was his acting skills amongst the commotion.

"Right, get up quick, there's no one on the door, leg it.".... And they did, the cheeky hardfaced cunts.
Reminds me of a lad i knew who tried to do a runner from Gemini Cafe on Oxford Rd after a big fry up only to have his shiny new £80 Lacoste T-shirt ripped from his back for a £4 brekkie the silly twat!
 
There used to be a curry house in Ashton in the 90s on Old Street, the one that was upstairs, name escapes me. It wasn't a particularly good curry house, did well at weekends, well, when folk actually paid for their food.

Two rum lads I know went in one night after a session of ale. They ordered everything they fancied, plus a few drinks as well. It was a well known place for pissed up lads to do a runner from.

Carl and Chris rumaged through their pockets to coin together about £2.50 in loose change. Carl said to Chris -"what are we gonna do, there's a waiter guarding the door...?"...... "I know, I'll fake an heart attack"... So Chris through himself to the floor to writhe around holding his chest gasping for air.

"Quick, help, my mate is having a heart attack".... All the staff and diners were hoodwinked Into believing Chris was having a heart attack, such was his acting skills amongst the commotion.

"Right, get up quick, there's no one on the door, leg it.".... And they did, the cheeky hardfaced cunts.
Down facing the old baths?

Nice curry there but steep stairs to try and run after a meal & a skinful I'd imagine.
 

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