You’ll probably guess my pet hate is people who can’t make an instant decision. I blame choice, no-one had to make a decision when all pubs just served “Bitter” and ready salted.
I even know some people who want to see a menu is a restaurant before ordering ! (it’s my Mum).
It’s not really a question, even though I’d always prefer to do something new, and in any case it’s only 5 minutes away so there’s no time for debate.
When I arrived in Sheffield I had a perception that the Tavern was a bit of a beer blokes’ bar, based on a couple of visits when it won National Pub of the Year.
But it certainly isn’t now, if it ever was, and has as diverse a custom as anywhere I’ve been to in Sheffield, a destination for students, young professionals in Kelham, regulars and lone visitors alike. I guess Norwich’s Fat Cat has a similarly broad appeal among the famous beer houses.
Will found the last, and best, table in the main bar, and admired his pint of Blue Bee Triple Hop while I admired the sense of “pub”.
This is the beer I scored NBSS 5 last summer, admitted my fourth pint the day England beat Germany. Brewed by the bloke who runs the pubs, and according to Will every brew is slightly different.
I pretended to be interested while Will discussed “onion notes”, but I was much more focused on his plans to conquer Horbury later.
I’d picked the Two by Two NEIPA I’d enjoyed last week in Whitburn, as much because the chap at the bar told me too as anything. “It’s six (6) per cent” said the nice lady, obviously without the bit in brackets.
Proper murk. We’ve got that as as well as clean looking pints in Sheff, you know.
By 16:30 on a miserable Thursday the Tavern was completely full, and I’d conservatively say they were serving 2 pints a minute. That’s what you get when you serve good beer, fast, in comfortable surroundings.
Even if it does have onion notes.