February 2023. Sheffield.
Since moving to Sheffield 3 years ago I’ve managed to revisit all the current GBG entries.
All except the Beer Engine, an in-out sort of entry, the Norwich of the Guide, and one easy to mix up with your Beer School and Ale Shop and Craft House up the road.
The closest pub to Waitrose, which probably explains why Will instinctively knew the quickest route on foot.
Only Simon and myself have more experience of standing outside a pub at opening times looking disappointed.
Actually, we’re just keen. On the exact stroke of 16.00 the door swings open and there’s a surge to the bar.
No, there really was, half a dozen youngsters, heading for the cask. Possibly.
I had the Beer Engine down as one of Sheffield’s string of western micros, but tonight it feels more Proper Pub, a rambling place with interesting music,
food and real seats.
We both picked pints of Buxton,
possibly better than in the Buxton taps, I thought,
and certainly with better lacings, though my notes do say “straw” so who knows.
20 minutes here, long enough for me to pick a “must visit outside the GBG” ahead of Will’s trip to Cambridge (can you guess it), but not long enough to see another pint of cask pulled.
So we decided to go somewhere we would see a pint of cask pulled.
Isn’t straw the characteristic that gives it the chewy quality?
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Say, you sound like you know beer, Dave. Is that something you read in a book once ? Must be true.
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I remember when a pub had to be just across the road from a railway station to be called the Beer Engine, like in Newton St Cyres.
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