By
Rob
It’s
possible that, once upon a time, the people of Sheffield wondered why
The Fat Cat was quite so fat. Why was this famous feline, who could be
found nestled in the heart of Kelham Island, so obese?
The
explanation for the moggy’s rotund shape was apparently revealed at
the dawn of the new millennium. As it transpired, her considerable
weight was not the result of one too many mice, or full-fat saucers
of milk.
She
was, in fact, pregnant.
The
Fat Cat was to have a kitten, revealed the Sheffield
Telegraph in
2000. The pub’s owner, David Wickett, was to open a new venture
called The Devonshire Cat, which would be built into a student
development on Wellington Street in the Devonshire Quarter. Like his
other two boozers – The Fat Cat and Kelham Island Tavern – The Devonshire Cat would offer a range of
quality beers.
The
pub was later bought by Abbeydale Brewery in 2013, thankfully
retaining its focus on real ale and quality spirits (whisky in
particular).
Fast-forward
to 2017 and, safe in the knowledge that we’d find a good beer
selection in The Dev Cat, we decided to continue our Friday evening
there.
Having
both previously visited the pub (although not on Pubquest), we were
not in the least surprised to be greeted by a lengthy row of
unfamiliar pump clips. Faced with so many tantalising options, the
burden of selecting the best beer was mercifully lifted from our
shoulders, as our self-imposed rule of always ordering the house microbrew forced us to purchase
two pints of Devonshire Cat Bitter.
The
beer was great, very smooth and crisp: undoubtedly one of the better
‘in-house’ beers I’d tasted along our journey thus far.
While
the beer selection was exactly as we’d remembered it, the pub
itself had undergone something of a transformation since last we’d
popped inside. The seating booths, cushioned upholstery, and carpeted
flooring were all gone. Polished floorboards, long tables and wooden
benches now ran the length of the interior. The bar had moved into
the centre of the room, the walls were bare brick, and food was
emerging from the kitchen atop granite, rectangular plates.
The
place had gotten trendy.
I
had to acknowledge that it all looked very cool, and I have no doubt
that many people will applaud the sleek new appearance.
For me, however, the change is not for the better. The Dev Cat, as
was, had a certain warmth to it. It had managed to seem cosy, despite
its spacious main room. Now it felt less like a pub and more like a
bar.
For
a guy who writes a blog called Pubquest, that can be no good thing.
The
question of whether The Dev Cat continues to be a pub (they now call
themselves a ‘beer bar’) is not one we can answer today.
The
question of why The Fat Cat continues to be fat, despite having given
birth, is also a mystery beyond our skill to unravel.
Rating:
9/10
Pint:
Devonshire Cat Bitter
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