Well, I survived IndyMan for another year, thanks to the company of John from Donny and a lovely young couple from Stockport (yes, there are young people in Stockport).
I bet you can’t wait for my detailed tasting notes for all those awesome beers.
But first, more Proper Pubs from last week’s Sheffield saunter.
I thought I knew Sheffield, but I don’t. Loads of little streets between the northern ring road and West Street, all with traces of industry and plenty with gorgeous traditional pubs.
An unpretentious cask beer range in the west Sheffield style. Hard to look past the Barnsley, isn’t it ? Unless you’ve spotted the Thornbridge keg.
A choice of seating, some within earshot of mature students discussing role play over cheesy chips, and some perched among the couples.
So quite why I chose to sit on a high table near the bar, I have no idea. Perhaps it was to record cask sales (one), perhaps to hear two blokes from Antrim talk nonsense*, or maybe just to see the Premiership results come in.
City won 2-0, “Maneater**” and “Valerie” and “Hard to Beat” played, all was well with the world.
Well, almost. The Stancil was on the cusp of decent (NBSS 2.5), not surprising when one pint is pulled in 15 minutes. This is the sort of pub where that 6.8% drop in cask is really evident.
Still, it’s a better pub than you’ll get in half the towns in the UK.
*Apparently, West Wycombe is the most racist place in Britain.
**No, not that one.