16 months into life in Sheffield and I’ve barely scratched the surface of the city’s culture, Chinese takeaways and cask outlets.
The Ship, on the edge of Kelham, is undoubtedly one of the gems for lovers of brown tiling. And aren’t we all ?
It re-opened last summer, had an inconclusive visit from Will and myself, then promptly closed (events unconnected).
But it’s just re-opened with new owners maintaining that troublesome pub sign but switching the Marston for Tim Taylor and two unidentified house beers. I know how house beers trigger people.
It’s the colours, I think.
Or perhaps the high seating.
It’s certainly not the beer that’s the problem, which was superb.
A second Landlord Dark in two days was cool, crisp and tasty (NBSS 3.5+). Lovely. One other drinker was on it, but otherwise it seemed to remain a Pravha stronghold.
Especially for those of you who like scummy heads on the beer;
A mixed crowd of couples, and groups of lads, and loners, perhaps drawn by the “Best of ’90s Indie” soundtrack (The Changingman, Sandstorm, Common People).
So why didn’t I quite warm to it as much as Mrs RM ?
That’s the mystery of what makes pubs “pubby” . Head across the road to the similarly sized Wellington and compare the two and report back. And then nip in the Ship for a pint of Dark.