A SEAT IN THE RUTLAND ARMS

December 2023. Sheffield.

Our guest from Bristol had to leave us after a second Bass in Fagans, but at the bus stop seemed to suddenly decide that in fact there was time for a quick half in the Rutland.

What impeccable judgement.

Impeccable judgement, and improbable luck as the table closest to the bar suddenly became available.

I pounced.

Less than two days earlier we’d been stood where that greyhound (?) now stood, and now we were the subject of intense jealousy nursing our Beaks and North Ridings and Liquid Lights (4).

It’s somehow easier to ignore the stares of folk eyeing up your table when you’re engrossed in conversation about US hops Scandinavian finance systems.

The diverse crowd, strong beer and unfussy pub grub were in danger of pushing the Rutland up from No.18 to No.7 on my Top 100 pubs list.

Our guest decided they had to go; Christmas Carols and Sam Smiths I think.

I’m not moving” said Mrs RM. “Let’s have an early tea“.

While the chip cobs emerging from the kitchen seemed to sum up the Rutland philosophy pretty well, the hake and aubergine dishes were what Mrs RM fancied,

after a week of Chung Hwa and pizza.

Somewhere behind that mirror ball, a chap is about to be evicted for attempting to put “Fairytale of New York” on the jukebox.

Blimey, what a day.

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      1. Best known as an excellent London Region Director for many years.
        I had last spoken to him, very briefly, on Clapham Junction railway station in 2014.
        His son has the Downton Brewery near Salisbury.

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