I somehow managed 3 pub-less days last week, which means I let pubs die.
But with the plasterers in the house, Mrs RM and I needed to get out by the Wednesday.
So we wandered down to central Hillsborough, celebrating both the line-up for Tramlines in the local park and the continued capitulation of “Wayne Rooney’s Derby” that meant the big battle to reach Division 3 would go to the final day of the season.
Despite the arrival of £5 loaves and craft beer, Middlewood Road remains a Proper High Street packed with butchers, bargains and Big Breakfasts.
We picked the last outside table at Ruby’s, where there was absolutely no chance of a Flat White and Eggs Benedict.
How Mrs RM resisted the Potted Meat and Dripping I’ll never know, but the cheese and onion toastie and big mug of capperchino did the trick. We felt like locals !
To be honest, I wished I’d had Fred Funk’s Pork Sandwich with crackle, but it wasn’t match day. What are match days ?
Mrs RM needed a “comfort break”, but I cruelly made her accompany me round the delights of B & M Bargains, which may be just the biggest B & M in the world.
Their beer range is a joy for fans of The Time Before Craft. Didn’t Cains make Faxe before the Dusanjis ruined Liverpool’s finest ?
Ultimately we settled for a Ginger Tom and a giant bottle of Leffe, which Mrs RM finished off in one evening while I was away. It made such a CLANG ! when I threw it in the brown bin that my hearing feels permanent wrecked. If that doesn’t put you off Belgian beer I don’t know what will.