Ooh, lovely. Orange light inside a backstreet Sheffield pub.
Yes, Sheffield, scene of some frenzied househunting this last week. But was it for us? 🤔
We actually stayed in the Crow, which I’m hoping is a preemptive tick as it comes from the same stable as the Rutland.
And is effortlessly good. Add it your Kelham krawl.
It really is backstreet, tucked along derelict factories, Asian shops and yards from where James spent his final year before collecting his 1st in Computer Science. He’d get a 3rd in pub ticking, if that.
Sheffield Hatter and Citra would like this, Paul Mudge and Mrs RM would head straight for the 9% kegs.
Cosy, a place for groups from two households, a place to get effortlessly drunk on a Thursday night.
Which is Something Mrs RM could lecture in.