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.
retiredmartin 
A fine establishment when not below the waterline.
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2007 and all that.
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Memories of a pub crawl grinding to a halt when walking in to find TT Porter on tap.
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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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Ghost writers.
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“Nothing beats”?
Melvyn Bragg say seems to say that nothing beats the ENO, and that its leaving London is a tragedy.
I’m not so sure, Melv.
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Nothing beats a pie and a pint when you’re hungry and the pub only serves pork pies.
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– that’s if they’re “artisanal” pies rather than “industrial” pies presumably.
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“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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