A Night of Fresh Pasta Heaven at The Pasta Factory




Manchester's Northern Quarter is a haven for foodies, and last night, The Pasta Factory solidified itself as a must-try for any pasta lover. From the moment we walked in, the friendly atmosphere and the delicious aroma of fresh pasta had our mouths watering.

Freshness Reigns Supreme

The star of the show, unsurprisingly, is the pasta. They make everything in-house daily, and you can truly taste the difference. My starter, Calamari Grigliati con Crema di Piselli & Speck, was a delightful combination of perfectly cooked squid, sweet pea cream, and savory speck. It was a light and flavorful introduction to the pasta paradise that awaited.

For my main course, I dove into the Agnolotti. These little parcels of heaven were filled with a rich and satisfying filling, and the delicate pasta was cooked to perfection. Every bite was a symphony of taste and texture.

Carbonara Done Right

My dining companion opted for the Mezzemaniche alla Carbonara, and it did not disappoint. The thick, house-made pasta held the creamy carbonara sauce beautifully, and the dish was rich and decadent and the pig cheek WOW!

A Perfect Evening

The Pasta Factory isn't just about the food, although that's certainly a star attraction. The service was friendly and attentive, and the atmosphere was relaxed and inviting. It's the perfect spot for a casual dinner with friends or a romantic night out.

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