Rollers Bakery and Café

I was not a fan of cinnamon until last few years. I found cinnamon rolls were so popular in Scandinavian especially Copenhagen and Helsinki. They almost have cinnamon in all dessert, may just in different dose. That was also when I felt in love with cinnamon rolls.
As for Roller Bakery and Café, I passed it by so many time in the last few years but had never been since I already had the regular place to go in Arndale Centre.
Then I saw the amazing reviews on their Cinnamon rolls here and I always have a soft spot for the shops with rustic looks outside and with big charm in the taste. I decided to give a try on the cinnamon rolls last weekend.
The staff was so chammy and friendly, and that’s the great thing about the family business. They treated the customers as they actually cared.
The cinnamon rolls were very fresh, with rich cinnamon taste and they warmed them and then glazed. There are four different flavour including classic, chocolate, raisin or pecan nut.
I would give a 3.5 star for the taste of the cinnamon roll and 5 star for the service. Its worth tasting and I heard the coffee is good too.

I really do love this place. Despite it being stuck in a dingy shopping centre it has its own charming character.
The rolls are delicious! Really well made and nice and big. None of that «£2 for a single biscuit» rubbish that you get in Costa and Starbucks. I love to go here for a coffee and cinnamon roll.
I haven’t tried the pizzas because they don’t look very tasty and seem a bit overpriced. The same goes for a getting an individual pastry.
The lady who seems to own/​manage the joint is a sight to behold. Everytime I see her she is working her guts out and being super-​polite to every customer. I admire her persistence and baking skill.

Outside London this is the only place I’ve run into where you can get a cinnamon roll. And rest assured it’s as good/​unhealthy as ever. The only problem is that that’s the only thing which would ever draw me here.

I adore Rollers! The only place I know of in the UK that does sweetrolls and cinnamon rolls to the same quality as over in the USA! They also do slices of pizza, and various drinks.
For me, a perfect visit is to get a cinnamon sweet roll (warmed, with extra frosting!) and a nice big cup of tea, not only because it’s so delicious that you groan when you take your first bite (*ahem*), but because it’s such good value, and the staff are very friendly and welcoming.
The venue itself is long and narrow, but has several tables and a stylish art piece on the wall showing people enjoying the sweet rolls!
This place is a real gem, but because it’s just at the top of the escalators near the entrance, people tend to miss it, despite the free samples often offered!
Definitely give this place a try sometime, it’s too delicious not to!

Once upon a time I was in the Arndale Centre… Acually, given that I was walking through the Arndale Centre about to hit Market Street, my host hated of all streets, and that the Arndale Centre itself isn’t my favourite place in the world (save for the food market and a couple of its indie shops), I was actually hurtling towards the doors with my Don’t-F**k-With-Me death stare plastered on my chops. And then I heard those words that lighten anyone’s heart, lift everyone’s mood.
‘Would you like a free sample?‘
Of what?! Something smelled good. Oh lordy lord. It was a warm, gooey chunk of freshly baked cinnamon roll from that Rollers place I’d peered over at a few times when coming down the escalator, but never been Arndale-​bound long enough to partake in. I’d admired its balls from afar. Cojones, as opposed to balls of dough — they’ve set up shop next to a Gregg’s. We all know that being anywhere near a Gregg’s is the kiss of death for people offering pastry, because overall, the general public are daft enough to stick with what they know. So greedily I took the largest, splodgiest toothpick-​impaled cinnamon hunk and continued my scuttle, popping it into my mouth as I went along.
And then I stopped. Sheer sensory overload forced me to stop, people. I gave Rollers a sidelong glance. Would it be wrong of me to get a box of four to go? Six? Eighteen? One hundred and twelve? I had never, ever experienced a taste sensation like this before. The dough was warm. The frosting was melty and so sweet, if it were human it’d be Melanie Linskey as Clea Mason in The L Word (bless:
). The ripple of buttery cinnamon beat the hell out of any supermarket pastry. These people… they were the cinnamon roll equivalent of drug pushers! They’d given me my first taste for free and now I was going to be losing a lot of money to them. And when my better half, his sis and I were trundling about his new apartment this morning wondering what to do for breakfast, then wandered past a closed Engine House and he said, ‘What about that cinnamon roll place you mentioned?’, I didn’t need telling twice. As soon as we arrived we were given loads of information about the available rolls, flavours and the deals they had — a roll and a coffee or milkshake for £3.50, which we snapped up. Li’l sis and I were torn between a classic cinnamon and the pecan caramel topped version, so we opted for one each and split them — she and the boy-​type had strawberry milkshakes and I opted for the black stuff, which was excellent, while the ice-​creamy drinks were exactly the kind I liked. And the rolls were just amazing. The secret is the cream cheese frosting they add to the top before they serve them, melting over these warm doughy buns… it’s just utter filthy food porn.
Oh and they’re Manchester independents too. Score! So please visit these guys and indulge. Just don’t blame me if your pants don’t fit in a fortnight.