The Station

I only tend to go here when my friends and I are stupid enough to attempt the ‘Didsbury Dozen’ pubcrawl, but I really like it. Small and friendly, it feels a bit like a regulars pub when you first go in, although you can always expect a very warm welcome.
The Station is a pretty traditional place, so you’ll find some lovely real ales at the bar. It’s usually quiet enough to get a seat during the day, too — unless there’s a big football match on! When Manchester United are playing, the place gets so packed that people spill out onto the pavement.

I also don’t know why its called the station, although it does look a little station-​y, no?
Anyway for me this is a top pub, and three stars doesn’t do it justice. Didsbury is fast losing the little village feel that makes it so nice, with chain bars and restaurants staging a swift takeover. Now Pitcher & Piano, O’Neill’s and Zizzi line its streets.
There’s another breed of independent bar in Didsbury too, the alternative pseudo-​hippie middle-​class studenty bar such as Saints & Scholars and The Art of Tea, both of which I happen to like.
The point though, is that the old style pub is a dwindling species. Even the old favourite The Didsbury, has gone a bit posh and gastro. The Station is one of the few remaining little pubs with a unique old character, top quality ales and a friendly personal atmosphere for a reasonable price. They even have some beautiful and (relatively) locally brewed ales.
Its not even an old man pub, as its perfectly welcoming and nobody would be out of place there. Great place.
P. S. Regards the previous review, its better not to take 20 rugby boys anywhere, and don’t ever do the ‘Didsbury Dozen’.

This pub is probably about a mile away from Didsbury Station and not particularly close to the railway line. It doesn’t look like it used to be a fire station (like the Lead Station in Chorlton) or a police station. I can’t find any information about it online.
The pub itself can only really be described as an old man’s pub. However, it is located in a quaint little building on Wilmslow Road, and being a Marston’s pub, it does good beer. Like nearby pub Fletcher Moss it is one of those pubs that I would have detested a few years ago, but that is becoming ever more appealing with the more cups of tea I drink and episodes of Countdown I watch. It is somewhere you are guaranteed of a pint with the background noise of old men’s chatter rather than Beyonce’s Bootalicious (I’m looking at the Pitcher and Piano).
Be warned if you’re planning on visiting the Station as part of the Didsbury Dozen. Although I’ve not heard of any stories of inebriated pubcrawlers being turned away from this establishment (unlike Fletcher Moss), I wouldn’t recommend bringing an entourage of 20 rugby players with 11 pints each inside them into this place.
If you know anything about the history behind the name, then I’d be genuinely interested to find out!