Slightly out of sequence, but I know you’re desperate to see Mrs RM’s birthday drink, and this post gives me a chance to show you how close I am to Crookes, which is as close as Sheffield gets to Islington (bound to upset someone, that comparison).
18 minutes uphill from the Blind Monkey (our local, if it ever re-opens), 16 minutes back.
If you don’t get killed by joggers in lycra on the way.
Crookes is home to estate agents, bakeries, bistros and bold artwork for barbers.
I like this one round the back of Five Star Fish Bar, clearly a comment on the state of the fishing quotas blocking our deep fryer-ready Brexit trade deal.
I’ve made the climb up from central Sheffield to the GBG pubs of Crookes at least a dozen times this century. Most recently the Punchbowl where I wrote;
“My last pub in the magnificent Beer Guide chapter of South Yorkshire was in Crookes, where Mrs RM once entertained delusions of living before she realised how steep Crookes itself actually is. The mile and a half to the Punchbowl took a disgraceful 40 minutes.“
Wow. Life comes at you fast, as Ferris almost says in that film.
Although the Guide entries in Crookes seemed a bit “handpump-heavy” back in 2016, I note that the Punchbowl gave me the dual joy of “O Superman” and blokes discussing an expedition to Huddersfield, just 2 of the reasons why we need pubs back.
Look how sad the Ball (13 pumps) looks, prepared for a Covid-secure Christmas it will now not celebrate,
and the gorgeous Noah’s Ark (1 pump, Bradfield) is just waiting to be added to my South Yorkshire Craft Union crawl.
So I’m left with the take-out. I’m using the guide from lovely Sheffield CAMRA to at least get close to pubs while we wait, and wait.
Two Sheds up next;
this might even be a pre-emptive tick though one of the Guide ticking purists will now tell me my beer choice doesn’t meet the rigid requirements of a cask beer in-situ.
Well, they can start a formal complaint to the Tickers Council in 2021 if they wish.
I picked the strongest one* for Mrs RM. She deserves no less.
“Go for it !” said the enthusiastic young lady.
“Get off my beer” said Mrs RM.
*The Thornbridge, not the Aldi Punk clone.