More autumn pub exploration, this time to the odd area in what we professionals call the Sheffield-Rotherham-Worksop triangle.
There’s been a few GBG entries in this mining area graced with a butterfly park and 1957 Ryder Cup course, but the only one left is a Greene King diner in North Anston.
It’s always a joy to arrive in a new place under blue skies (righteous etc etc) and not have a clue what to do, apart from admire the industrial beauty of Forticrete Anstone (future micropub).
I decided to walk across the fields towards Anston. Jolly Trooper or the Little Mester ? Dunno. Which has better fish and chips ?
It’s hard reading Google reviews while walking, and I took a wrong turn at that tree and ended up in Todwick, whose schoolchildren were turned to stone when they turned to admire a John Smiths delivery van in 1977 (see also Newstead pit).
This is middle-class Rotherham, a surprisingly common species that feels a bit like the parts of Huntingdonshire where John Major doesn’t live.
Excitingly, not only had I never been to Todwick, like in the Charlene song, but it meant I tipped up at the door of a genuine Greene King family dining pub on the A57 I’ve driven past at least a thousand times and thought “One day….“.
Well, today was that day. If you see what I mean.
The Red Lion is quite pleasant, all wood panels,
and robust hand pumps,
and flagstone floors.
It’s OK, attracting office workers drinking iced water (what !) and nervous gentlefolk and mums and toddlers.
A husband was scolded by his wife as he returned from the bar with a pint of Estrella and a minor ordering error. Are women scared of going to the bar ? That’s a genuine question. Mrs RM NEVER gets the drinks, though in fairness she does get the last table so I should stop there.
The soundtrack is, astonishingly, the Smiths (the one the Dream Academy covered. The banter is political; how can Hunt be resurrected when he ruined the NHS ?
The fish and chiops are good enough, the IPA comes in a terrible glass,
but is a cool, rich NBSS 3.5. That surprised you.