Allow us to set the scene: three lost young lads, cold and famished wandering the dark streets of Manchester, morale was surely rock bottom. When suddenly, from the murky depths shone a beacon of hope and love... A red maple leaf, beckoning us forth into the warm embrace of The Canadian Charcoal Pit. Despite the dubiety of the facade, we pressed yonder, to what would later be one of the formative culinary experiences of our young lives. The Bonanza Burger was, simply, exquisite - the patties grilled to perfection, the vegetables clearly had been freshly harvested that very morn, and the tasteful garlic mayo created a blend of sheer bliss for our virgin palates. The fries had a crispy outer shell, yet a warm, delicate, fluffy interior... much, as we would learn, like our own selves. Young Christopher of Clan McVinnie happened upon a Chicken Pizza, alas, he was led astray from the salvation of the burger... For it could not compare to the taste Bonanza that was our meal. After we had our fill, and morale restored, we returned to the streets, emboldened and brave by the virtue of our meal, and the radiant smile of our beautiful host, whom fed us with love and care, and sent us on our way, afraid no more. This is a five-star dining experience. It is not to be missed by anyone, young or old; for there is invaluable knowledge and salvation within this, the Canadian Charcoal Pit. Thank you.

Late night in Withington and need a dirty burger? Walk no further.