The in-laws safely headed back to their hotel , Mrs RM forced me to make a final, inadvisable pub stop on that fateful Saturday (the 5th, I’m that far behind).
Having already re-visited three of the classic Sheffield GBG pubs, it was time for a fourth.
Yes, the pub that gave its name to a Victorian spa still awaiting conversion to an annual craft beer festival venue, the pub that once wowed us with Tetley Bitter, but now a Thornbridge flagship in the city.
ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 24 – The Bath Hotel
“Open for pleasure” ? I’ll be the judge of that.
A heritage pub, but we know that means very little, don’t we ?
It looks gorgeous, but there appear to be more beers than customers at 16:38 on a Saturday.
Still, we all like choice, don’t we ?*
Mrs RM (the only woman inside), who will regret this session the next morning, identifies the Tony Hart theme amongst the polite jazz soundtrack; I’m struck by the air of calm. It’s a place you come to read your book on Neil Young, or the Sheffield Star, not to play the fruit machines.
Perhaps a bit too quiet for me, with Mrs RM’s ripping open of the Vanguard nuts disturbing the tranquillity.
As in the University Arms, we went through a range called
“Best”, “Mild” and “Special” “Brother Rabbit”, “Lord Marples” and “I love you will you marry me”.
Judge for yourselves. You can read the paper on the next table through that crystal clear glass.
Good, but far from perfect though (NBSS 3); perhaps the beer was a degree up on ideal so I felt compelled to test the range.
One of the lovely staff (superb phone manner) misunderstood an order and produced a Rabbit the customer didn’t want. I strolled to the bar (mask on) and said “I’ll buy that unwanted pint !”.
That’s when you know it’s time to call it quits.
What else ?
Oh yeah, unisex loos.
I‘ll pop back when, you know, we get “freedom” and all that.