December 2025. Sheffield.
I’ve not much to say about our final stop on Black Eye Friday, but it’s a gorgeous stop, and a favourite of Mrs RM (as long as they don’t say she can’t have a pint of the strong one).
She has now told this tale more than the one about me being teetotal when she met me (also true).
I go for Blue Bee today,
a chewy, viscous stout, and the Blake has the most “action” of any pub today.
Still a total lack of tinsel, elves and “Feliz Navidad” though, and Hallelujah to that.
Even the Christmas turkey is advertising, um, jam.
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