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).
Much like the recently reviewed That’s Thai, this place is rather out on a limb, making the fact that it’s packed even more intriguing. This isn’t passing trade. Nope. People are clearly travelling to come here, another good sign.
There are some other odd parallels too. Both places sit buried down back streets, off the beaten track, That’s Thai in the looming shadow of Strangeways prison and Papa Don’s at the edge of Gorse Hill on the way to Old Trafford.
