Depends which side of the Pennines you sit as to whether you have anti Northern Bias in yer blood methinks.
I’m quite happy in Harrogate, that’s a proper Northern Tarn in my books like and has the ability to serve coffee in them there “phusssh, purrr, phish, bubble, squirt” machines that are all the rage in That Larndarn (and indeed on the Sarf Carst) they be all chrome and the like, invariably have cups on top and in general served by surly blokes in aprons spouting words in dialect not too dissimilar to a Geordie on the pisslike..
Cheshires famous for footballers and cats innit? And Warrington.