No, not the in-laws visit (day 5 of 14); the endless micros of the Amber Valley. NOT because they were dull, they were without exception marvellous. But we all have limits, and I’d nearly reached mine already by the time I reached Crooked Cask, a 3rd micro tick of the day. “Please ring bell“. You… Continue reading MAKE IT STOP !
NECTAR AT THE ANGRY BEE
Simon read my post on the Redemption last night (I’m honoured !) and wondered if I was being entirely serious in my effusive praise. I was. All they need to do to make it perfect is to actually sell the beers advertised on the wall; With 20 minutes till my second GBG tick, I thought… Continue reading NECTAR AT THE ANGRY BEE
East Midlands Micro Redemption
One thing I meant to say, it really is great (re)exploring a new place in the UK; I spent three hours in Heanor, visited three micropubs and by the time I left I was euphoric. How is this possible ? Heanor hadn’t featured on the Pub Man radar this century, bar the little whoop of… Continue reading East Midlands Micro Redemption
FROM LANGLEY MILL TO HEANOR…
Back at Alfreton the platform was filling up with the Bank Holiday crowd. The alternative title for this blog post was “Huddled up in Heanor with those gin can blues again” as the Alfreton Knitting Circle commenced its annual trip to the Nottingham Lace Market. It felt a bit weird standing on a train, after… Continue reading FROM LANGLEY MILL TO HEANOR…
WHAT’S YOUR POISON, ALFRETON ?
Before we start you should know that I fell asleep at 21:00 WHILE typing this post last night, which should tell you what sort of Saturday I’d just had. So sorry this is late; don’t complain about me on Trip Advisor/Beer Twitter. On the last Saturday in May I caught the train from Sheffield to… Continue reading WHAT’S YOUR POISON, ALFRETON ?
SIZZLING
More urban pubs, this time an open one as I combine a trip to the shops with a trip to the boozer. See ? Men CAN multitask. My walk towards Hillsborough Stadium takes me past a real mix of pubs, from the sports bar with Mrs RM friendly craft cans, to a succession of bars… Continue reading SIZZLING
ON THE WAGON
No, that’s not a photo of the in-laws who we’re entertaining for fourteen (14) days and nights. #prayforretiredmartin I’m still on Thursday, the day after (checks notes) Wednesday From the Sheaf View in Gleadless I wandered through London Road’s cosmopolitan eateries to the Sheaf Island on the edge of studentland.. They used to brew here… Continue reading ON THE WAGON
HEADLESS IN GLEADLESS
Wednesday night concluded with an appropriately inadvisable crispy beer and egg fried rice from Shanghai Garden, the cheapest-looking of north Sheffield’s 6,307 takeaways. It was really good, in the way things often are really good after six pubs. I’ll remember to take a pic of the actual food next time, Dave. On Thursday, I wisely… Continue reading HEADLESS IN GLEADLESS
STALKING BRAPA
At 56 (I know, you’re shocked), you shouldn’t really run for your train after five pints. Equally, after five pints in 3.5 hours you should really call it a day and be grateful that the water features at Sheffield Station are still turned off as they spread Covid. But I’d been made aware that the… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA
“Your train leaves in 2 minutes, retiredmartin. Run !”
There are two burning questions in the world of pub blogging today; How is Martin the Owl being treated by the staff of the Cumberland pub where BRAPA abandoned him. How is that Leon and I were QUITE so P**** after a mere four pubs on Friday*. I think it was four. Castleford Tap at… Continue reading “Your train leaves in 2 minutes, retiredmartin. Run !”
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