Wednesday night concluded with an appropriately inadvisable crispy beer and egg fried rice from Shanghai Garden, the cheapest-looking of north Sheffield’s 6,307 takeaways.
It was really good, in the way things often are really good after six pubs. I’ll remember to take a pic of the actual food next time, Dave.
On Thursday, I wisely took a break from the beer, and took a tram out south-east of centre.
A couple of hours wandering round what I suppose is the Gleadless Valley, a neat but largely unexceptional ) part of Sheffield. Nothing wrong with being neat but largely unexceptional.
Clearly since I’d taken the metro I couldn’t do “All the pubs in Sheffield by foot“, but the High Noon (top) had met its, er, high noon anyway. I’d better report it closed on WhatPub, or shall I leave that to Sheffield Hatter (just in case it isn’t dead).
I know how much Kentish Paul has missed my blog posts on closed keg pubs and industrial decline, so this is for him.
I shall have to walk up here to (Sheffield) tick the Phoenix Nights clone that is the Embassy,
and Noah’s Ark looks genuinely exciting, although the threat of “Guest Cask” and “Euros” looms large.
Heading down t’hill to Gleadless the New Inn looked fantastic, and wore its CAMRA Pub of the Month sash with obvious pride.
What a wonderful city Sheffield is. Hundreds of excellent pubs, dozens of country parks with views to micro pubs and Matlock,
and a small tin roof bar that I’m forbidden from revealing the exact location of in case Will adds it to Pubs Galore.
Down the hill towards “Happy Heeley“, or is it “Nappy Heeley” with all the families jostling for space in the oatmilk macchaito queue ?
Some corkers here.
But I think the Waggon & Horses may beyond saving.
Talking of saving pubs, it was time to save Spoons again…