March 2025. Sheffield. Back home from foreign fields, a man’s thoughts must inevitably turn to foamy beer in cosy English pubs. Let’s take a hike over the iron bridge to a Kelham gem, except the iron bridge doesn’t go anywhere and the Harlequin is more Wicker than Kelham. I’ve always liked the place, but it… Continue reading “Are ya one of them beer tickers?”
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FAREWELL, LIZ. HEADLESS IN THE HARLEQUIN.
May 2024. Sheffield. I do try to get round the Sheffield GBG entries if I can, and I always feel I never do the Harlequin justice, tucked away toward the Wicker (top right below), just off the main Kelham Island run next to Aizlewood’s Mill and the New Testament Church of God, rather than the… Continue reading FAREWELL, LIZ. HEADLESS IN THE HARLEQUIN.
OUTDRUNK BY SEPTUAGENARIANS FROM FRATTON
July 2023. Sheffield. It’s a good job I finished the Beer Guide last year; I’d never have made it in 2023. I’m the Nico Rosberg of GBG completion; get it done in an easy year and then retire and do more interesting things. While Nico has become an “eco-entrepreneur”, I’ve been content to blog about… Continue reading OUTDRUNK BY SEPTUAGENARIANS FROM FRATTON
AND A NIGHT OUT IN SHEFFIELD (SNUFF AND GREASY CHIP BUTTY FREE EDITION)
Obviously Will is my top drinking companion in Sheffield, but on those occasions when the Sheffield Hatter is otherwise engaged on his day job taking photos for Pubs Galore I’ll often persuade Mrs RM out on a tour of the fine hostelries in Kelham Island. It’s possible you might have heard of some of them.… Continue reading AND A NIGHT OUT IN SHEFFIELD (SNUFF AND GREASY CHIP BUTTY FREE EDITION)
TOP 100 PUBS – HARLEQUIN, SHEFFIELD
When I can’t find anything that rhymes with a pub, I just lump it in the Top 100 pubs. SURELY you know that by now. The Harlequin, one of 57 excellent free houses within stumbling distance of Citra’s luxurious hotel in Sheffield, had been calling me since pubs re-opened, but I’d been saving it for… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – HARLEQUIN, SHEFFIELD
AT MY WICK(ER’S) END
I spent New Year’s Eve staring at my blog stats, hoping for a late view from Greenland, to no avail. Mrs RM would (actually) have been in Nuuk in August but her world trip was cancelled due to Covid. I’d popped down to the Wicker in the afternoon for another cask take-out, this time from… Continue reading AT MY WICK(ER’S) END
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