They say good things come to those who wait.
I’ll admit, I’ve been worried about Homesweethome GN.
As a true HSH NQ regular, nobody was more ecstatic than I when those beautiful people at Beautiful Drinks announced that they were adorning Manchester with a bigger and better doppelganger.
(Have you ever tried to get a table at HSH on a Saturday)?!
I rushed to the website and signed up to the mailing list faster than you could say ‘cheeseburger toastie’. I watched avidly as the counter ticked away the days until the opening night. It came and went, and the Wizard of Oz hoarding remained firmly in place.
Then something even stranger happened; Bakeorama, head cake honcho and general baking goddess announced that she would not be joining the team at HSH GN, despite previously intending to.
The cakes for a week or so looked less fricking amazing than usual.
The HSH GN website disappeared without a trace (no I do not want to buy a domain name). I walked past daily and those paint cans did not budge.
And then, something wonderful happened.
At lunchtime on Friday, this appeared on Twitter.
No big social media campaign, no notice, nada.
Of course we should have expected nothing else. It’s exactly the same passive-agressive-do-your-own-marketing-because-we-can’t-be-arsed tactics that made Almost Famous and Luck, Lust, Liquor and Burn Manchester institutions.
As the great Noel Gallagher once said, ‘it’s not arrogance, it’s confidence, there’s a difference’.
In a true rookie error, earlier that day I had foolishly paid full price for brunch at the NQ location, unaware of the goods I could claim fo’ free that very evening.
But that wasn’t going to stop me, I was there, at 5pm.
Naturally, it opened 20 mins late.
The old Lucha Libre site has scrubbed up well. HSH GN can seat 130 covers (that should solve the queue problem), has a brand spanking new cake counter and rumour has it, each old-lady lampshade cost £500 squid.
We were greeted by a free glass o’fizz and a menu packed full of old favourites and some new tasty looking teasers.
All (if I haven’t already mentioned) FOR FREE.
We tried to restrain ourselves as I furiously berated myself for stuffing my face earlier in the day.
In the end, we maturely decided to share a Buttermilk Chicken.
It was so delicious we ordered another just to be safe.
To wash it all down we tried a couple of the new cocktails on offer.
I went for this pink number, because who can resist a drink that comes with sweets?
For dessert, a boozy coke-float. The best kind.
For an opening night, the service was ON POINT. The food came hot and fast, the wait staff were cheery, excited and nicer-than-nice.
The venue feels like a comfy pair of slippers, new but fuzzily familiar.
And the cake counter? Well it looks better than ever.
We took a piece home, but I scoffed it before i could get my iPhone out to document it’s existence. Soz.
I think it’s a safe assumption that Manchester has gained another firm favourite in HSH GN.
Well, you know what they say, there’s no place like home.