'I found some of Manchester's most exciting food in a backstreet café with a wonky roof'
A word of warning to start with. On a Tuesday lunchtime last week, Papa Don was full, not a single spare table going, always a good sign. So if you’re planning to go, and you really should, maybe see if you can book first because the other options nearby are pretty scarce, unless you like bog standard fried chicken (I do, to be fair) or the type of pizza that tastes like cheese and tomato have been melted onto a car wash sponge (again, I sort of do).
