I have found myself in this drinking establishment on several visits to Manchester now, and with every visit have been met with nothing but sneering contempt from the fashionably stand off-ish staff for not being a beer connoisseur. Polite requests such as "Could you recommend something you like? I'm not much of a beer person!" where I'm from are generally met with a response such as "I like this one, it costs this much money" as opposed to, "Oh! You don't even know what STYLE of beer you want to drink then?" which is the common Port Street Beer House response. The majority of times I have resorted to saying "I'll take whatever my friend is having." because the staff are so firm in their belief that being a group of men in their 30s whose lives revolve around amassing knowledge of how and where a drink is made, and competing with their work comrades and patronage in cultivating the most ludicrous, obnoxious looking masses of facial hair makes them somehow superior to "plebs" like me, who frankly, have more important things in our lives to concern ourselves with than if a pint of beer will taste more "smoky" or "woody".
Now, I won't begrudge Port Street Beer House the fact that I have sampled some extremely good beers there on my visits. However, unless you truly believe that portraying yourself as a connoisseur of something most people drink before getting in fights, gives you an air of being a man about town, or you have some kind of functioning autism, Port Street Beer House is not for you.