“On a rainy afternoon in Manchester, the Mal is a sumptuous antidote: warm, womb-like colours, a cosy bar-restaurant with a strong menu of locally sourced treats and the sheer escapism of the fantasy-world Moulin Rouge suite. Located in an old cotton warehouse, it also retains a strong sense of Mancunian identity with suites named after the city’s two arch-rival football teams. A nice touch is the addition of five cinema suites with a pull-down screen and a hotline to room service for the ultimate in luxury TV dinners.”
Written by David Atkinson
“In the land of the red devils you're about to turn Moulin Rouge. A short trundle for wheel-based luggage from Piccadilly Station and you're at the Mal - somewhere in the mists between Paris and the 24 hour party city. You cross the chessboard reception and suddenly you're a king for the knight. It's your move.
To the bar or brasserie? To bed or to spa? The red devil in you appears - what the hell, do it all. Pourquoi? Asks the Parisian in you - Because you can can.”