
“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.

If the GBG is The Bible, does that make Duncan the Pope, and thus infallible?
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Infallible, certainly.
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