Let’s be real. Universal Square isn’t the Eiffel Tower. It’s not going to be on your postcards. But for a place to work, meet, or escape the rain, it’s solid. A solid 7.5 out of 10. Maybe an 8 if the lift works.
Would I live there? No. Too glassy. Too many reflections of my own tired face. Would I work there? Absolutely. It’s got that “I’m important but also approachable” energy. Perfect for starting a podcast or sending passive-aggressive emails.
So next time you’re on Devonshire Street North, pause. Look up at that shiny beast. Wave at the person in the third-floor window. They’re probably thinking about lunch. Just like you.
Final thought: Universal Square is Manchester’s awkward, ambitious cousin. A bit showy, a bit mysterious, but ultimately, a really good place to have a chat over a dodgy canteen coffee. Cheers to that.
