I know I promised an awards issue but I’m still taking legal advice on one of the winners; sorry if you’ve dressed up especially.
Where were we ?
We headed into town, pausing to admire Tetley and Gilmour’s liveries. Guess which one of these is in the GBG.
Tier 3 is no better than Tier 4, you know, unless you’re one of those weird folk who want a haircut or a hair-shirt; we just wanted a bite to eat.
Your options at the moment in Sheffield seem to be a) Queue for a Greggs near the Spoons, b) Queue for a Greggs at one of the four (approx.) along the Moor, the main shopping mile.
James, who’s lived here long enough, suggested the food court in The Moor Market. While it lacks the Victoria charm of Leeds or Halifax, it does sell things you want. Like beer. And spicy food.
We left Mrs RM out in sub-zero temperatures guarding a seat, and surveyed the options.
Quite a few, and the half dozen you can’t see were all Asian. Lemongrass had the biggest queue, so big that Mrs RM eventually braved the inside to keep warm against the radiator (all seating closed, of course).
When it arrived, Salmon Pad Thai and some Katsu chicken, it was quite wonderful, some of the best Thai food we’ve ever had. And if you don’t believe us, read the Trip Advisor reviews here.
Beer Central had sold out of the Belgian Blue I’d told Mrs RM was the Christmas drink. Next year.
But they DO have Deya, and I might pop back later. I definitely see an 8% there.
Not sure about their contribution to the bap/barm/cob debate, mind.