WHEN NOTHING BEATS A PIE AND A PINT

More short pints with comestible click bait.

27th September 2022. I’ve no idea why I wandered down to the Gardeners just before teatime; perhaps I was bored.

Or perhaps I was headed somewhere new and just remembered how wonderful the beer garden was as I crossed the Don. Do I need a reason ?

Every time I pop in I see something new. Billiards table for the (Real) Mark,

proper bench seating for the Mudgies.

a hazy Triple Point Fresco for me. “It’s hazy, is that OK ?” asked the barperson. I shuffled away before a taster was offered.

Some of the highest quality cask in Sheffield, and hence the world. Never had a pint below NBSS 3.5. FACT !!!

The pork pie was a 3.5, too, though I should have asked for mustard. My fault; be decisive, Mr RM.

Honestly, this is the life.

The Gardeners was ticking over at tea time; a family in the bar, students by the river discussing a 12 pub crawl.

Do people still do that sort of crawl ? Apparently so; two young blokes in running shorts zoomed past me on the bridge, on their way to Pub No. 3. Pubs are for Christmas, lads, not just for Fresher Week.

9 thoughts on “WHEN NOTHING BEATS A PIE AND A PINT

  1. How does Martin get time to go to the pub and yet write all these posts? His hands must be a blur.

    Still, I like ironically named pubs. They might as well have called this one The Housewife’s Rest.

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  2. “proper bench seating for the Mudgies” and bar billiards which I first played in Whitbread’s Salisbury in Cambridge 49 years ago. .

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