retiredmartin

June 2025. Sheffield.

I strolled back into town from Abbeydale, determined to walk off the calories I would shortly put back on by the visit to Sang Lung I always try to squeeze in on Sundays in Sheffield. I reckon the crispy beef/Singapore rice combo from next door to Hillsborough Spoons is worth moving house for.

You’ll want to see the south Sheff street art, I guess ?

No ?

Looks like Alan Winfield might have made it here.

Until recently you’d have needed to head into Derby for your Bass fix, but recently Sheffield has seen some independents giving a home to the red triangle, though sadly not always permanently. I guess that’s the price you pay; independents can take their own decisions to try Bass but can equally drop it when it doesn’t sell.

The Sang Lung could wait 20 minutes, I ought to try the latest local addition to Quinno’s Bass list.

🔺June Bass List 🔺https://t.co/BubS6V0Ft5

— Sir Quinno Says Bass 🔺️ (@SirQuinno) June 2, 2025

It’s easy to forget the Foresters,

a smart pub for grown ups that oddly I’ve failed to revisit since taking Mrs RM for tea when it opened.

Really good food, really good deals, a lot of competition from all these shiny new food courts.

It kicked off with Thornbridge, and now we have Bass. Specifically, Bass ! (and a drawing of a fish*).

5pm on a Sunday isn’t the best time to gauge the temperature of Sheffield’s city centre pubs, Division Street seems to have gone to bed early, and in truth the Bass is a bit foamy and indistinct,

But at least it looks the business, hmm ?

Well, not quite. The red triangle and the beer mats and whatever buzz around the Bass there really is (get Meghan Trainor back) matters little if what’s in the glass isn’t cool and fresh. And while Old Blokes in Bass T-shirts may forgive the odd average pint, the youngsters won’t.

As someone once said about beer quality, “It’s they that keeps it that spoils it“.

*Oh, Bass is a fish, innit ?