THE DAY I LET PUBS DIE (2)

Saturday 24th April 2021.

After 12 straight days of pub going, and 28 pub visits, the run ended, and I endured a publess day. Not even BRAPA could find a way of counting a flat white and sausage roll at Wentworth Garden Centre as a pre-emptive tick.

As with last July, I felt I’d let pubs down. Who will drink the John Smiths Smooth, the Doom Bar, the weird home brew, if not me ?

Well, there’s plenty of those Young People still doing their best. In the evening we ventured round the cluster of bars in Kelham Island, none of which will follow the Fat Cat (full) or Kelham Island Tavern (full) as CAMRA Pub of the Year.

Steel Yard DID have a table, possibly because the owner of a black face mask had just spontaneously evaporated, but there were no instructions as to how to get a bottle of Mythos from the balcony bars called Bubba Bar and Indigo.

Just past the Gardeners Rest (full) the courtyard off Burton Road was housing a launch event for Sheffield metalcore band While She Sleeps, who you may recall Matt regarding highly.

Matt seemed unimpressed.

Mrs RM seemed impressed with the return of street fashions from her own wasted youth, which is ironic given I still wear the same clothes I wore in 1986.

Down by the River Kelham all looked very lovely indeed, with a real mix of students, locals and ale drinkers. It’s what we came to Sheffield for, to be honest.

Frankly I was happy to have a day off the booze, but we were nearly tempted by the rooftop bar at Inc., which is wear we met the Descending Bride.

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But I thought I’d save that treat till Stafford Paul makes it over. I expect they do flat Bass.

17 thoughts on “THE DAY I LET PUBS DIE (2)

  1. I think that bride has come unplugged – if that is a power lead trailing behind her…

    Though a flat white and a sausage roll is a top food pairing – I’m thought there was a micro-brewery necxt to the Wentworth Garden Centre worth visiting? (Favourite haunt of my sister by the way – Wentworth Garden Centre cafe – not micro-brewery).

    …and..just down the street in Wentworth is (was?) one of the finest Theakston Old Peculiar on cask pubs from my youth, The Rockingham Arms…we walked miles back home down the country lanes in the dark – fuelled by OP!

    There I go… re-living my youth vicariously again… 😦

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  2. PS – hope my comment doesn’t make you feel any worse about the day you let pubs die. if so – apologies – I’m still hiding behind the sofa. πŸ™‚

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  3. Actually your’e p*%”%ing me off a bit with all these great pubs (even if you can’t get into them at the moment) on your doorstep, and I don’t need Sheffield Hatter to chip in as well. But seriously once we pass magical June 21
    ( the day after my birthdayπŸ˜’ ),if the powers that be keep their promise, I need to at some point in time plan a trip up there.

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    1. Fingers crossed that the *data* will be favourable come birthday-time, Mick, because the goverment’s road map back to normality is not being driven by dates, as I’m sure you have heard.

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  4. I’m sure pubs aren’t going to miss your halves of”plant pot” bitter Martin, and I’m sure the decent ones aren’t going to die, either.

    Meanwhile, back in the real world, those of us having to work to earn a living, would love to spend our days swanning around from pub to pub. 😊

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      1. Don’t let him discourage you, Martin. Just stick to your guns. If “swanning around from pub to pub” is what you do best, that’s what you should do.

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      2. First time I’ve heard pub going described as “noble,” but I’ll go along with it.

        I’m only jealous really, although I could never devote as much time and energy to it, as you do! 😊🍻

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  5. “After 12 straight days of pub going, and 28 pub visits, the run ended, and I endured a publess day.”

    Blimey. What a post for me to return to after being AWOL since late Sunday. 😦

    “Not even BRAPA could find a way of counting a flat white and sausage roll at Wentworth Garden Centre as a pre-emptive tick.”‘

    Maybe it was a beer battered sausage roll? πŸ˜‰

    “Who will drink the John Smiths Smooth, the Doom Bar, the weird home brew, if not me ?”

    Don’t know about the Doom Bar and home brew but, it seems a few folk are starting to appreciate John Smiths:

    https://tinyurl.com/z52tmrjd

    “Just past the Gardeners Rest (full)”

    From the looks of the photos, I blame the weather.

    “Mrs RM seemed impressed with the return of street fashions from her own wasted youth, which is ironic given I still wear the same clothes I wore in 1986.”

    You too? I can wear my old uniform from when I joined the Canadian military in 1984, but I don’t… because it annoys the hell out of my better half that she can’t wear hers. πŸ™‚

    “It’s what we came to Sheffield for, to be honest.”

    And, it would appear, a very smart move on your part.

    “which is wear we met the Descending Bride.”

    You were, ah, comparing fashions were you? πŸ˜‰

    “But I thought I’d save that treat till Stafford Paul makes it over. I expect they do flat Bass.”

    But certainly not from a jug. Heaven forfend!

    Cheers!

    Apologies for being absent for a few days. I’ve either been busy, or blah. Busy with my man shed/pub along with doing favours for my darling wife (since she’s sooo far away). Blah with the fact that, well, my darling wife is sooo far away. Just don’t have my muse some days alas. πŸ˜‰

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