A nice bit of Ruskin for you to finish off my South Yorkshire ticks, hopefully well ahead of BRAPA.
Walkley is one of those suburbs in west Sheffield where the students rent after being pampered in residences in their first year. So it was that I visited the Walkley Beer Co on the day we picked James up from his first term away (he hasn’t turned into a lefty beer hippy yet, you’ll be disappointed to learn).
Walkley is a little bit Hillsbrough, a little bit Crookes, so you get authentic cobbled streets and view to the hills;
but also shops selling macaroons, and café selling gourmet pies.
It’s a decent combination, and there’s some gritty* locals besides the new Guide entry.
One pub was advertising this exciting live act, which may or may not be the erstwhile member of local legends Heaven 17.
I also found an exciting new micro pub, discernible from the tiny opening hours,
But it turns out this is a record shop selling Dylan LPs.
Probably sells craft beer as well.
The Walkley Beer Co is very crafty, the backboard taps and communal tables prove it.
Part bottle shop, part micro, it’s not really my sort of pub, but the welcome was as cheery as I’d had all month. Once I’d been through the embarrassment of asking if I could take a photo without her in it, the young lady was happy to talk about the advantages of Walkley over Crookes in the sort of detail I enjoy.
The Quantum State from Hull’s exemplary Atom was cool and tasty, a rare NBSS 4 in one of these micro places.
I thought Mrs RM would enjoy a can of strong beer (and she did); I’m sure someone will find something to complain about with the design though;
Back at home, while Mrs RM sank her 6.5% IPA in about 7 minutes, I feasted on the “mystery” scotch egg from Wakefield.
*“Gritty” in west Sheffield means holds karaoke evenings and locals say “Flip me”.