WICKER MEN

Off to Sheffield this morning to deposit Mrs RM’s wardrobe into a storage unit in Hillsborough ahead of a house move I’ll only wrote about if it happens.

Why are you taking photos of Big Yellow Self Storage” said James, who has never had the responsibility of a blog with 92 views from Hungary in a week.

Big Yellow were a model of charm, cheer and efficiency, even after I asked the chap whether his red-and-white striped mug was in support of Sunderland and Stoke. I GENUINELY had never met a Sheffield United supporter before.

The sun shone (naturally), we emptied the first of about eight loads in 20 minutes, and contemplated a takeaway in Wicker.

The Wicker is one of Sheffield’s famed multi-cultural streets, 5 minutes walk from the centre, the Shakespeare and the Kelham. Nice arches, as they say.

And a piece of modern art entitled “Twisted Sister” after Sheffield’s 1980s rock scene (possibly).

James used to use the gym here; I’d only ever used the famous kebab shops. Like father, like son.

It’s a bit scruffy in an “I wouldn’t walk here after dark”/”You’re a wuss” sort of way.

There’s no pubs, of course, and not just because it’s Lockdown/Tier 3/a Tuesday.

But CAMRAs prefer dead pubs anyway as it gives us something to moan about. Stafford Paul will be able to fill in the detail.

There was a big queue for one takeaway, so we ignored that one and popped in a Yemenese place that was handing over blue bags and cups of tea.

Not only can I not tell you what this place was called (it was just north of the library) but I can’t even read the name of the lamb dish (No.1) we both had because the guy recommended it.

Did you not want a tea ?” he said, as James picked two cans of Fanta out of the fridge. I wish I’d said yes now, though James noted the addition of about 3 tablespoons of sugar by the assistant so I possibly dodged a bullet.

We scoffed it in the campervan, in silence.

Underneath a ton of rice there was half a lamb.

When I go back, I’ll tell you what it was called, and force James to try a Yemeni desert for you. It’ll pass the time till pubs open (for real).

11 thoughts on “WICKER MEN

  1. There don’t seem to be any vegetarian options on that Yemini menu. There’s a library?

    On Pubs Galore we’ve listed six pubs on Wicker https://www.pubsgalore.co.uk/areas/wicker/south-yorkshire/, with another one just round the corner on Nursery Street, of which all but one have closed. I reckon there were more, and certainly there were at least two just the other side of the arches.

    I had a drink in the Station Hotel when visiting Sheffield with my brothers (I lived in Leeds at the time) to watch a Luton Town game at Hillsborough, some time in the late 80s; possibly 14 November 1987. It was a Tetleys house. When I used to volunteer at Citizens Advice, there was a hostel for asylum seekers there, but it closed down a few years ago I think.

    The only other pub on Wicker where I’ve had a drink was the Big Gun. You can read what I thought of that experience here: https://www.pubsgalore.co.uk/pubs/43062/.

    The other closed pub that you’ve photographed (is it still a restaurant called Palmyra?) used to be the Viaduct.

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    1. Shame you’re not the only Big Gun reviewer; “Proper pub, no meals in here” suggests Joe is very reliable, too.

      I’ve certainly seem some good exteriors in what I think of as “Wicker South”, near the Kebabish Original place. I suspect it’s the Big Gun I’m thinking of.

      We drove home via Brightside and I remembered that area used to have some good places before, ooh, about 2007.

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  2. “ahead of a house move I’ll only wrote about if it happens.”

    Intriguing.

    “who has never had the responsibility of a blog with 92 views from Hungary in a week.”

    Blimey! That’s more than 13 a day!

    “even after I asked the chap whether his red-and-white striped mug was in support of Sunderland and Stoke.”

    Tsk, tsk. Think… Christmas! 🙂

    “Nice arches, as they say.”

    Wink, wink; nudge, nudge. Say no more squire!

    “And a piece of modern art entitled “Twisted Sister” after Sheffield’s 1980s rock scene (possibly).

    I think that was me after going cheap on my vasectomy back in the 80’s. 🙂

    “James used to use the gym here; I’d only ever used the famous kebab shops. Like father, like son.”

    LOL! I hear ya. My two lads are MUCH more athletic than I ever was! 🙂

    “But CAMRAs prefer dead pubs anyway as it gives us something to moan about.”

    (sigh)

    “Not only can I not tell you what this place was called ”

    My guess is the Bandar Aden Restaurant, possibly also known as the Arabian Kitchen, 68 Spittal Hill.

    “Underneath a ton of rice there was half a lamb.”

    Blimey. Bones and all.

    “It’ll pass the time till pubs open (for real).”

    Chin up!

    Cheers

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