Premier Inn Manchester City Centre Princess Street Hotel
I spent two nights there, and by the end, I’d forgotten I’d arrived looking like a drowned otter. The location let me walk everywhere—the Manchester Art Gallery, the Printworks, even a cheeky walk to Salford Quays. The bed felt like a cloud. The staff remembered I liked oat milk in my tea. That is the kind of service that makes you leave a review.
Would I stay again? Obviously. I’m already checking dates for my next trip. If you’re heading to Manchester and want a stay that doesn’t try to be a personality, but just works, this is it. Bring an umbrella. Or not. They’ll have a towel ready.
Side note: if you see a guy staring at the conveyor-belt toaster with pure joy, that’s probably me. Don’t judge.