The buses in Sheffield are pretty smooth, at least compared to the Isle of Wight. I might use them again when the Hungry Horse at Crystal Peaks Shopping Centre gets in the Guide.
Back in town, Sheffield Hatter abandoned me in Castle Square.
Will has boycotted Spoons, presumably because their low pricing puts at risk Sheffield’s traditional value family diners like Marston’s Winter Green with their £3.60 pints.
But I’m clearly an unprincipled sorta guy, and joined the value seekers of South Yorkshire (all better dressed than me) for a late lunch in the Banker’s Draft.
Sadly, you don’t get the mushy peas free unless you buy the fish and chips, which are actually a decent size and better than what you’ll get from many Nottinghamshire chippies.
The best value, but least advisable beer to accompany this feast is clearly a pint of Old Peculier, and so it proves. Cool and silky, good enough for a GBG entry anywhere north of Edinburgh. Not that you’ll be travelling anywhere north of Edinburgh at the moment.
Old Peculier tends to lead to unwise decisions, like ordering the “Snowy Road“, the Spoons attempt at Christmas pudding.
Later that night Mrs RM and Matt and I had a proper traditional Christmas meal at Hans in West One Plaza. That bottle of Bud isn’t mine.
The quality of the Chinese food in Sheffield really is the big unexpected win from our move North. The Spoons, I can take or leave.