We thought it was about time we visited Sheffield’s wealthiest suburb on the way to t’ moors.
And sat eating gooey pork and stuffing rolls messily in front of folk with pashminas and “Financial Advisor” suits.
Yes, it’s Dore, of Dore & Totley fame. Last stop on the Hope Valley line before the Peaks.
Home to fifteen footballers, sixteen hair salons, Dore Cafe of the gooey baps and two decent looking pubs.
Mrs RM wanted to eat on the outside tables at the Devonshire Arms,
If it was a Cambridge suburb it’d be Great Shelford, we decided. Hardly a destination, but just far enough away from the riff-raff of Walkley to justify the house premiums.
I might have those pork baps delivered.