2nd December 2022.
Sheffield’s railway station is the starting point for many exciting journeys. but increasingly there’s slim ticking pickings at the end.
Not quite sure what I can tell you about Nottingham you don’t already know. It changes slowly, compared to Manchester or even Sheffield,
though their version of a cat cafe involving 400 bunny rabbits licking you says a lot about East Midlands tastes.
My notes say, well, they don’t say anything.
No notes at all. I spent half an hour at the bar discussing travels to Serbia, his love for Partizan Belgrade,
and the vagaries of trade. A top bloke, and a decent micro with proper seating.
What I can remember is that those Northern Alchemy and Lenton Lane beers were wonderful; cool, crisp and chewy (NBSS 4/4.5).
Probably the beers of the year. Good job I didn’t stay another half hour and attempt the keg run;
But what now ? As with Lincoln, nothing else new for miles, the Castle closed, how to get value from that rail ticket ?
Well, admire the street art,
wonder what Alan Winfield made of the glorious Lion Hotel being converted to a “casino”,
resist the fudge in the market square,
and the colour changing cocktails in Alchemy.
Ooh, what’s this ?
Bass livery, Bass window, lots of red triangles….
…but no Bass. And none till the new year “As we’re concentrating on Christmas“.
I sulk, and look a bit like Bernard Cribbins on the 7″ cover of Hole In The Ground on the second hand record store in Hurts Yard.
Hurts Yard is a little thoroughfare without any great artisanal ambitions, but it’s many years since I pre-emptively ticked the Barrel Drop and found it a bit unconvincing.
Oh, go on then.
It looked a place transformed.
Classy, cosy, crafty. The beer board suggests a successor to the much-loved (by me) Crafty Crow,
with the Magpie ROAM a nice drop of murk.
My daily Shazam revealed a track only Shazam’d 30 times, a great result.
Back home, I got the pinker out.
Almost as satisfying as this photo of the moon taken from the garden in Sheffield.