If you survive the shopping, you might be tempted by the café. It smells of chips and despair in the best way. You can get a full English breakfast for the price of a cinema ticket, but without the plot.
I saw an old man there dip his bacon into his tea. No one stopped him. That’s the spirit of Asda Wythenshawe: total freedom to be weird. The coffee is terrible, but the refills are unlimited, so you can stay and judge people until closing time.
