The prescribed time in a UK pub is 27 minutes. It used to be 27.5, but we are in a pandemic and have to take appropriate precautions to minimise infection risk. Of course, table service (boo !!) only increases the time we spend in a pub.
I spent exactly 3 hours at (if not in) Sheffield’s Fat Cat last week, a rare occasion when company, conversation, cask and climate converged. It was wonderful, though I regretted it the next morning. School nights, eh !
ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 13 – The Fat Cat, Kelham Island
You’ll know where the Fat Cat is by now. I mark it as Point Zero on most of my little maps.
And the Fat Cat was the one pub that our children remembered from trips to Kelham’s Industrial Museum where they pressed buttons that went “Whoosh” and jumped through terrifying soft play equipment simulating Sheffield’s steel pressing machinery.
Talking of children, my last visit more than 3 years ago had brought together the (cat’s) creme-de-la-creme of the pub blogging world;
That was a great day, in which Roger narrowly beat Simon to the title of “Best Dressed Pub Man” but Richard had the best camera.
But in 2021, having wound my way past the usual Covid obstacles,
I find a new contender for Best Dressed Pub Man.
Yes, it’s smiling Sheffield Hatter, who looks younger than his 45 years every time I see him. I have that effect on people (ask Mrs RM).
“I love your jacket !” was my starting gambit. If this was Beer Twitter it would have been “What hops are in there Mr Hatter ?” and of course we wouldn’t have been in a pub anyway.
Will was very keen to show me how many fingers he has, not coming from the Fens and all.
Or perhaps it was how many points Rotherham would need against Luton to stay up.
We met a couple of mates, one of whom I sort of remembered from Buxton, who were experts on Rotherham’s burgeoning craft scene. Possibly Jeff and Steve, I never was one for names. Top, top company, anyway.
We had a GREAT time, but I should have eaten the “Hat Pnk Smdwick“, and drunk 3 pints of water between each half.
These posts where you drink a lot of beer and have great conversation in the sun should be the easiest to write, but of course they never are, so I invite you to create your own post out of my comprehensive notes;
Kelham Best, Porter, Pale Rider and a couple of others as well. Cool, conditioned, tasty; all NBSS 4 I reckoned, it gets no better. And then it was 3pm and even Will had had enough.
It’s a gorgeous beer garden, of course, and it filled up pretty quickly with folk of all ages over a damp Tuesday lunchtime but the cheery staff coped admirably.
Mrs RM phoned, I forgot to say “Come on down !” and she will never forgive me. But I may, one day, forgive myself.