You left me in the unmarked Cloudwater Tap, waiting for the Trans Pennine Express back to Sheffield.
Another hour on a packed train full of football fans, including a seated Lincoln City fan who reminded me why I resent that county so much.
He’d taken his son to see the Imps (Imps huh !) stay top of League 2 with a late winner at Macclesfield, but spent the whole trip trying to get the cap off his train beers with teeth, nails, keys and Uri Geller mind control. Without success, and BRAPA gold.
The worst thing was, it was two bottles of Purity UBU. WHO BUYS PURITY UBU FOR A TRAIN ?
Back in Sheffield, I ignored Mrs RM’s request to check James had made his bed up. His room looked OK to me.
Much more importantly, he explored the area between the digs and the curry houses on West Bar and the Wicker. As you’ll see it’s prime Sheffield.
No pressure, but if he can’t understand the appeal of pubs living on the edge of Kelham Island he never will.
We met up at Seven Spices Balti, a friendly and professionally run place catering for the mature curry connoisseur rather than the midnight drunk. My Lamb Handi would meet Dick and Dave’s exacting standards.
Washed down with a big jug of mango lassi, it was a meal fit for a second year student. I couldn’t move, let alone contemplate more pubs. And if you don’t believe me, read Hector’s Curry Heute review here. Hector knows curry.
But I had to wobble over to Bar Stewards, the place that had taunted the pre-emptive tickers on our meeting with Roger Protz last year.
Important life advice. NEVER drink on top of mango lassi (Exhibit A – Bradford International/Sir Titus Salt 2014). So I claimed my tick by asking for “Something strong and bottle-conditioned to take away“.
Without blinking, the nice man gave me the tin of fresh beer from Verdant (top).
I really don’t want to tell you it was £8 (Mudgie and Stafford Mudge doing maths right now).
But Mrs RM was pleased when I got back the next day, declaring it “Mmmmm“.
I just hope the Society of Pub Tickers don’t disqualify my tick.
More Proper Sheffield to come, I fear.