March 2025. Sheffield.
The problem with Sheffield is knowing when to say “that’s enough”, whether it’s Luddite cider or crispy beef.
There was never any chance I wasn’t walking from New Barrack to Sang Lung, barely pausing to admire the lamppost art.
“Twenty minutes ?” says the new lass in Sang Lung.
“That’ll be perfect” I say, calculating 15 minutes for whichever of Two by Two or Big Trip is on at the Beer House.
Actually, it’s only 13 minutes, so packed is the S6’s newest bar.
I reckon that the Barrack being squeezed out is probably fair, with a consolation prize of top cider pub.
But in a week when CAMRA will debate reducing, reducing!, the size of the Guide, I’ll be miffed if the Beer House doesn’t squeeze in, despite the strength of Sheffield cask.
The folks who did a pub crawl curated exploration of Hillsborough last month didn’t commit their beer scores to paper, but I will. The Two by Two a murky joy of a 3.5.
That said, the trade isn’t really cask, at least at 6 on a Saturday.
“Six Madris please“. They say please in Sheffield. It’s that or ABK in S6.
I leave you with the finest tea that £13.20 can buy.
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