GUESS THE NBSS

April 2024. Millhouses. Sheffield.

Some French translation work for you this morning in the comments, I see, so let’s set you an additional task in deducing the beer scores at my next pub in the smart Sheffield suburb of Millhouses, a mile’s walk through a vast retail estate from Woodseats Spoons.

This stone acts as a marker for the point at which Sheffield beer rises above £4 a pint and house prices exceed £400k.

The GBG entries (those blue pins below), tail off rapidly below Heeley and Nether Edge as you head towards the Peak,

with the wonderful Ale House having closed, seemingly to spite BRAPA.

I can’t tell you much about Millhouses, and nor can Wiki, though I did take a pleasant stroll through spongey woods from Dore last year.

but I’d missed three unassuming pubs along the A6125, one of which is an Ember. Hoorah !

The Millhouses had the word “outstanding” on the sign, so I went to that one.

Possibly a damp Wednesday mid-afternoon isn’t the best time to visit a neighbourhood pub like the Millstone,

which was doing a sterling job of being all summery and jolly and mid-80s.

As promised/threatened by What Pub, a promising cask line-up.

Four local-ish beers, none from those nasty nationals; CAMRA Discourse would be impressed.

It’s a neat, pleasant all-rounder of a pub, open all day, unfussy food, TV sport, a quiz with a prize of crisps…

I love the idea that buying brightly coloured candy somehow benefits the NHS.

My lack of notes here suggests it was rather quiet, as some gentle folk diners polished off their fish and chips as I started my Pale Rider and pondered whether I’d enter the beer score under “Kelham Island” or “Thornbridge”.

“Boys of Summer” followed “Summer of ’69“,

but outside, of summer there was no sign. And if it’s bad for the righteous I dread to think what it’s like for you.

Anyway, guess the NBSS.

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Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

13 thoughts on “GUESS THE NBSS”

      1. I looked at your photo and immediately gave it NBSS 4.0.

        Your anonymous guest at comment 1 has given zero for clarity when it’s perfectly clear (apart from the temporary haze caused by the sparkler) and taken off 0.5 for incorrect glass when it is Thornbridge Kelham Island Pale Rider, so correct. Adding 1 mark for lacings is just plain wrong, but maybe he knows your predilection.

        Do I win the out of date bottle of Doom Bar?

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  2. “I love the idea that buying brightly coloured candy somehow benefits the NHS.”

    It keeps me in a job, though!!

    Can’t understand why WordPress insists that I log in every time, even though I click the button to save my details for the next time I comment.

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    1. If it keeps you in a job it’s indirectly saving pubs, Paul 👍

      On our trip to Bosnia we met a US lady in mid 20s who seemed to survive on coloured sugary candy and I realised why dentistry is such a vital and underrated profession!

      NB please don’t ask me to explain how WordPress works I’m ignorant ! If you put your name at the end of the comment I’ll put it in manually.

      And thanks for commenting, Paul. As you’ll know yourself it’s the comments that make the blog worthwhile. Even the sarky ones 😉

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      1. Those bloggers who censor posts because they don’t have the courage to allow comments they don’t always agree with are invariably as dull as ditchwater.

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      2. Agree, 100% Martin, about the comments making the blog worthwhile, so sorry if mime came over a little sarky.

        It never ceases to amaze me at dental shows, when I see bowls of sweets/chocolates, quite blatantly laid out on many of the stands, just waiting for visitors to help themselves.

        WordPress is certainly a mystery. On my phone I can post comments without logging in, but not on the desktop, it would seem. The tech company were sponsors of the first Beer Bloggers Conference I attended, and two representatives from the organisation, gave a presentation.

        They looked every bit the geeky, tech guys people assume programmers to be, and I don’t think an of us learned much, of were persuaded to switch platforms. Like the rest of us, I feel that deep down they were only there for the beer!

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      4. There are some good dentists about.

        I’ve had a “temporary filling” since December 2019.

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  3. Rather than sweets I’ve been thinking a lot about breakfast this week after reading about the subject on one of the more obscure beer blogs.

    I eat the same one every single day.

    One long slice of Jason’s sourdough bread toasted with ” buttery “

    flavoured margarine,Vegemite and topped with a sliced banana that has

    to be cold from the fridge. After so many years on the cholesterol-lowering marge I seem to have totally lost the taste for real butter.

    The coffee is always freshly-ground Mocha Parfait blended beans from the

    Algerian Coffee stores in Soho’s Old Compton Street. I recommend anyone

    to visit if they’re up in the smoke as the aroma inside the tiny shop

    established in 1887 is the most unforgettable olfactory stimuli of my

    life – along with the scent of cigars from the giant walk-in humidor at the

    Partagas cigar factory in Havana.

    When we make our annual visit to the States the first breakfast always

    has to be two slices of caraway-seeded rye toast,scrambled eggs and

    home-made hash browns to remind me of the first breakfast I ever had in the US 50

    years ago which was the first time I’d ever tasted rye toast or proper

    hash browns. It was in a tiny Manhattan breakfast joint off 42nd Street

    before I set off to hitchhike across to Los Angeles three weeks after my 18th

    birthday. It took me a week and I camped every night by the side of the

    road.The innocence of youth.

    When my kids come home they expect the same breakfast every

    time. Streaky bacon,good sausages from a local butcher, black and white pudding and

    tomatoes all grilled with home-made bubble and squeak,fried mushrooms

    and a fried egg with the yolk exactly in the middle like the bull on a

    dartboard.Those one-egg frying pans are ideal for this as you can

    manouevre the yolk to the middle before it sets using the rounded edge of the

    shell to avoid breakage. Grilling the top of the phlegmy egg prevents burning

    the base. Plus a bowl of baked beans ( never on the plate ) and toasted

    doorstep white toast. And a mug of Yorkshire Gold tea.

    I rarely purchase a cooked breakfast because they generally come with

    cheap slurry-filled catering sausages. I make an exception for the ‘Spoons Egg

    Benedict.

    On our annual trip to Greece it has to be local yoghurt with drizzled

    honey and almonds.

    Of course all bets are off when suffering from a murderous hangover

    when nowt beats a grilled bacon doorstep sarnie with Heinz Ketchup.

    By jove, I’m feeling a bit peckish now …

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