There were 3 things I swore I’d never do.
Home drinking, “virtual” pubs, and sitting still for 2 hours (there probably are other things but I don’t want to start Russ off).
But I managed ALL THREE last night during an emotional Zoom call with fellow Pub People Rikke (organiser), Duncan, BRAPA, Quosh, Sarah, Jim (from a van), Jim (from Greenfield). Oh, and Mrs RM.
With cask takeaways from pubs banned I was well prepared with a selection of sours, saisons and pastry stouts.
Actually, I thought it was a “pasty sour”, but apparently even Brass Castle haven’t done that one yet.
Dave may recognise the picture on the label of the Pastore.
Dave actually stayed in the house on the left of that village green. Yes, the hippest beer in Sheffield is a 3.5% Wild Weisse from Waterbeach that costs the same as a gallon of
Mrs RM is no fan of sours and saisons, which is a shame as the Sheffield crafties love them. There’s a new shop opening (I hope soon) in Hillsborough called Pangolin which asked what they should stock.
“Sours for me please, crazier the better” wrote Emma Zippy Quince. Emma should move to Waterbeach.
Anyway, virtual pubbing.
Not quite the same, but we had a good chat, over 3 hours, and I only had to get up 17 times to stretch my knees. Rarely has so much pubbing talent been assembled in one place. Simon got up 3 times to fetch a new bottle from his personal cellar.
Topics ranged from coping mechanisms to Rotherham to Jim’s new pub finds to Scandi Noir (NOT a sour) to Duncan’s Domestic Credits (also NOT a sour).
If I’m honest, the revelation of the evening was Sarah’s Pub Toilet blog, which sounds like the best new blog since, you know, the one about Cowboys eating Wotsit flavoured wine.
I only checked the Liverpool score once all evening.