Haven’t got long as I’m off to IndyManBeerCon soon; I know you’re all jealous, it’s gonna be awesome.
Say hello if you see me in my Banks’s sweatshirt. Or sponsor me to ask “Which one tastes most like Doom Bar?”.
Back in Sheffield, we left the red light district for the bright lights of the city.
Some pleasing fonts and heritage remain.
Mrs RM and James left me at this stage to buy shoes while I sought out vinyl and ticked pubs.
Starting at Bar Stewards, opposite the magnificent Shakespeare. Now I know I was only in here a fortnight ago, but some of you thought buying a can of murk for Mrs RM shouldn’t count as a tick, and I hate to break the rules.
Firmly in the small craft bar camp of micro pubs, it’s about as busy as any bar on the edge of centre would be at 3pm on a Saturday; a mixed bag of blokes with CAMRA mags, mums and beardies (the last two may not be mutually exclusive).
You’ll recognise the styling, and the beer range, from Bradford or Halifax or Chorlton.
I go for Blue Bee, which is local and reliable, and enjoy it a lot (NBSS 3.5) while wishing I’d had the keg Wylam.
Friendly, polite, inclusive, good beer, proper seating, great soundtrack (Phosphorescent), strong murk to take home for Mrs RM. What more do you want ?
A bit of Sheffield grit, that’s all.