2 days ago
Fenix review: ‘A large, brash cabaret of a thing — good for them'
I circle around Fenix three times before finding the entrance. Google Maps has sent me to an ominously modern office-style building with dark windows. Every few metres, through the gloomy panes, I see great stone monoliths covered in Greek script. It's the only sign I'm on to something. This austere development seems far more likely to offer me an internship with KPMG than a stuffed vine leaf.
We're in an odd bit of Manchester just south of the Irwell, near the science museum. Every time I visit this city, it's as if another neighbourhood has sprung up overnight. This one seems halfway sprung, with a still-in-progress air. In a few months the building opposite will be home to Manchester's branch of Soho House, and any number of other glamorous things. Right now, it's a vision of hi-vis jackets.
