“Oooh, that looks nice” said Mrs RM, as we headed home from Perch past the Emergency Services Museum.
ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 48 – The Bar Stewards
In truth, I’d had enough beer for one day, but Mrs RM never takes “No” for an answer does she folks ?
So just a half in one of those cheery beer bars that Sheffield specialise in. Even the fact that she had to perch (no pun) on a seat against the wall didn’t put her off.
In truth, I’d been saving Bar Stewards for a special occasion, and since every day is as important as the previous or next one I suppose it is.
And they’ve moved the bar since my tick,
and as you’ll know some deluded GBG tickers believe that is sufficient reason for a compulsory revisit, though if it had changed from, say, a Sam Smiths to a Brew Dog (with cask) they wouldn’t need to. An ecumenical matter, no doubt.
I bought the Pentrich (3.5), obviously, Mrs RM had the strongest keg, “and a packet of salt an vinegar crisps”, which seemed a tad unnecessary after the pizza but I’ve learnt to keep my mouth shut.
So, what is young Sheffield drinking on a Saturday night ? Bottles of Kernel by the look of it, and purely on the basis they haven’t mucked about with label design I’ll endorse that.