Once you start you can’t stop.
After the Orchard I should have gone straight to Mick’s Hut for the curry and called Mrs RM to report on Matt’s Move.
But you can’t walk past an open door, can you ?
Particularly this one;
The Black Horse has perhaps the most recognisable bar front on Pub Twitter, even without an appearance from Matthew Lawrenson, who I seem to have called at unearthly hour inviting him out for a 10pm pint.
A magical place, even with only half a dozen in a pub that’s best with sixty squashed in.
But what decisions to make !
Plum Porter (NBSS 4) in a Unicorn glass, that’ll do to finish the night (?).
It’s a proper pub, folks, the sort you used to get in Stockport before they failed to get an ACV for Winters and let that town drift upmarket.
“ANOTHER bag of Snyders !”
“You don’t do Cheese and Onion crisps you savages !”
“Why you getting so f*****g paranoid, there’s only 4 of us in“
“He can’t count to 7″
“I only come in for the pies and you don’t do them anymore”.
And on and on…
“Eric says your oral product isn’t up to scratch“
Right, off to Mick’s Hut before they start closing at 10.30 or something.
Ten minutes ? you say, time for a last half pint in the Old Vic. It’s the law.
Don’t expect much recollection of this one, though the table opposite had a last drink of the holiday feel, bit like me in fact.
The Phoenix Arizona seemed to cost £2.80 (can that be right), and was sparkling. Glaswegian accents, Rangers v Celtic from 2019 on the TV.
Surprisingly, I didn’t wake up at 4am with a throbbing head in the curry, but I did have enough Chicken Tikka left for several breakfasts.
There might be a choice of 758 different beers on any night Sheffield is going to have to go some to compete with Preston pubs, I can tell you.