Pub 158, Day 57 – The Bridge

By Rob

Having finally fed ourselves at the Acorn Inn, we felt ready and raring to conclude our Chapeltown journey at The Bridge.

An oddly shaped pub on the inside, we found ourselves tucked away in a narrow, but cosy, corner. Despite the traditional look and feel of the place, the beer selection was incredibly poor. There wasn’t a single draft or cask we hadn’t already had. Emergency manoeuvres were needed, and so we bought ourselves several bottles of Desperados, ensuring we each imbibed a pint. As I don’t much like tequila, it follows that I don’t much like tequila-flavoured beer, irrespective of whether or not a slice of lime is shoved down the bottleneck.

While the night had been a success, we discovered that unlike our previous visit where we’d walked a nice lap of Chapeltown, this time we’d strayed far from the train station. There was no way of making it back for the last train, so an expensive Uber ride to Sheffield awaited.

However, just when we thought the night was over, a text landed in my inbox. Like the previous year, it was my cousin’s birthday (she tends to have it on the same day annually), and my family had once again found themselves dancing in Bierkeller.

Not wanting to deviate from a successful and established formula, and ever the creatures of habit, we ordered a taxi to West Street.

Pub: The Bridge (Hollow Gate, S35 1TZ)

Rating: 6.5/10

Pint: Desperados

Brewery: Fischer Brewery (Schiltigheim, France) (no longer trading)

NEXT UP: A pre-match pint, at The Clubhouse... 

Pub 157, Day 57 – Acorn Inn

By Rob

We'd been famished since the first pub, and this was pub number five.

Normally, mild disappointment greets the discovery that our next venue is part of a chain. In this instance, though, the sight of ‘Greene King’ was manna from heaven. Like in a cartoon, where an animal sees dancing T-Bone steaks in place of people, we read nothing in the sign but ‘food’.

The pub was a standard Greene King affair. As I’ve said before, there’s not much elaboration needed here. Hot food was served, the surroundings were absolutely and unmistakably OK, hot food was served, the drink selection was decent, hot food was served, and hot food was served.

We immediately secured a table and ordered some food, along with two pints of Nervous Turkey – a Christmas beer from Ossett Brewery. Slightly bitter with spicy notes, it wasn’t my favourite ale of the evening (although they could’ve served warm piss in a dirty jam jar, and I’d have still drank it provided the meal also arrived).

As for the rest – the meal, the pub, the experience – just remember being in any Greene King pub ever, throw in a Christmas tree and some lights, and that was it.

Pub: Acorn Inn (516 Burncross Road, S35 1SL)

Rating: 7/10

Pint: Nervous Turkey

Brewery: Ossett Brewery (Ossett, West Yorkshire)

NEXT UP: Bidding farewell to Chapeltown, at The Bridge...

Pub 156, Day 57 – Wharncliffe Arms

By Rob

On the walk from the Crown & Cushion, we decided to delve into the history of Chapeltown (partly because we’d ran out of things to say to each other, partly to take our minds off the hunger, and partly because we’d need something to pad these blog posts out with).

One interesting snippet that cropped up was the tale of a missing tank, possibly stolen, from the village a few years ago. During the Second World War, Chapeltown had churned out Churchill tanks and, to mark this, one stood on display at the site for decades. According to Yorkshire Life, one morning the locals awoke to find it missing, with one resident allegedly seeing it, that fateful night, "on the back of a low-loader disappearing down the M1."^[1]

It might sound hard to believe, but a quick internet search reveals that, as recently as 2019, two decommissioned tanks were stolen from a transport depot in nearby Dinnington. The man who was due to collect the tanks, Chris, had clearly not heard of the Chapeltown crime, telling the Star “I was stunned and flabbergasted – I could not believe it.”^[2]

Is there a serial tank thief on the loose in South Yorkshire? The Tank Thief of Tankersley, perhaps?

Probably not. But either way, back to the matter at hand.

We arrived at the Wharncliffe Arms and were horrified to discover they did not serve food. There would be yet another pub and, crucially, yet another pint, between us and our dinner.

The pub was rather charming, in that effortless, ‘old-man-pub’, red-upholstery-and-patterned-carpet sort of way. The beer selection was also pretty good, with a few cask ales on. We each ordered a pint of Blizzard, by the local Stancill Brewery. Given our empty stomachs, we were glad of the light, malty beer – nothing too lethal.

We didn’t hang about all that long, as we were now four pints deep and still without a single bite to eat…

Pub: Wharncliffe Arms (365 Burncross Road, S35 1SB)

Rating: 7.5/10

Pint: Blizzard

Brewery: Stancill Brewery (Sheffield)

NEXT UP: Finally finding food, at the Acorn Inn... 

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[1] Bill Hearld, ‘Chapeltown’, Yorkshire Life, (May 2010)  https://www.yorkshirelife.co.uk/out-about/places/chapeltown-a-south-yorkshire-village-with-the-feel-of-a-bustling-town-that-wants-for-nothing-1-1638263

[2] Dan Hayes, ‘Two World War Two tanks ‘stolen’ from South Yorkshire transport depot’, Sheffield Star, (June 2019), https://www.thestar.co.uk/news/crime/two-world-war-two-tanks-stolen-south-yorkshire-transport-depot-70431

Pub 155, Day 57 – Crown & Cushion

By Rob

By the time we’d arrived at the third pub on our Chapeltown sequel, we were really hungry.

Fortunately for us, this one served food. Not only this, but it was immediately apparent that the Crown & Cushion was orientated towards the provision of hot meals – most of the pub was restaurant seating, with no taproom to speak of.

It was also immediately apparent that this pub was really busy. On the plus side, as Andy pointed out, this meant the food was good. On the downside, as I replied, it meant the wait would be long. As it turned out, the wait was much, much too long.

"An hour?!" Andy spluttered at the busy, flustered waiter.

"Yeah I’m afraid so," said the young man.

As he walked away, we stood there by the bar in utter misery. Nevertheless, our primary objective still had to be met. So, like the troopers we are, we ordered two pints (total – not each) of Theakston’s Lightfoot Blonde Ale. A reasonably common beer, it was a surprise to have gotten so far through Pubquest without crossing it off. We were happy to do so, having always enjoyed the refreshing, light, and zesty tones of this ‘continental blonde’.

We drained the lovely beer in reasonably lovely surroundings, but struggled to appreciate the atmosphere amidst the smell of food, as our bodies began to slowly digest themselves.

Pub: Crown & Cushion (1 Chapel Road, S35 1SS)

Rating: 8/10

Pint: Lightfoot

Brewery: Theakston (Masham, North Yorkshire)

NEXT UP: Stolen tanks, at the Wharncliffe Arms... 

Pub 154, Day 57 – The Prince of Wales

By Rob

Moving at pace and determined to keep it that way, we headed to The Prince of Wales. We were both hungry and, wishing to maintain momentum, vowed we’d only eat in a pub – there would be no skipping out to KFC mid-session. Therefore, fingers were firmly crossed that the next venue would serve some hot grub.

A pleasant looking stone-built building from the outside, inside the pub was a little more underwhelming. The Christmas decorations, apparently stolen from some bins behind a B&M Bargains warehouse, consisted of sixteen miles of tinsel strewn across the furniture by some mad, blind landlord with flailing arms. The lights, uniformly blue, had inexplicably been set to strobe effect. It gave the impression of being in the middle of a police raid, set to the festive sounds of Wizzard.

Unfortunately, not only did The Prince of Wales not serve food, it barely served beer. We were thus forced to once more imbibe a standard lager: Bud Light. The most commonly purchased and consumed beer in the USA, it stands as testament to the fact that a nation can attain the position of sole global superpower while being made up, for the most part, of fucking idiots.

Sipping our golden fizzy water, mercifully too flavourless to be called piss, with intermittent azure flashes pounding our retinas, and in the absence of any food whatsoever, we quickly necked the drinks and left.

Pub: The Prince of Wales (80 Burncross Road, S35 1SF)

Rating: 3.5/10

Pint: Bud Light

Brewery: Anheuser-Busch (based in St Louis, USA)

NEXT UP: Beginning to starve, at the Crown & Cushion...

Pub 153, Day 57 – Thorncliffe Arms

By Rob

It was 27^th December 2017: exactly one year to the day that we’d attempted to complete the Chapeltown pub crawl. Back then, we’d vastly underestimated the number of pubs in that part of the city. Having visited a healthy 7 in one evening, we’d departed with another 6 still to do.

Arriving at Chapeltown train station once again, we had mixed hopes for the evening. While it’d been great fun the previous year, we knew sequels rarely measured up to the original. Like Terminator 2, The Dark Knight, and quite possibly Aliens, we were hoping to defy the pattern.

First up, we arrived at the Thorncliffe Arms – just a stone’s throw from the station. Inside and out, it wasn’t an especially striking or memorable venue. Spacious, modern, with the air of a chain pub, it was perfectly pleasant. To its credit were a pool table and a not entirely atrocious beer selection.

We each ordered a pint of Golden Ale from the Open Gate Brewery. The beer was typical of Guinness’ forays into lighter ales – sweet and lightly hoppy. Much like the pub in which we consumed it: the pint was perfectly fine, but nothing to write about.

Of course, if Andy and I never wrote about things that are nothing to write about, we’d never write anything at all...

Pub: Thorncliffe Arms (26 Burncross Road, S35 1SF)

Rating: 5.5/10

Pint: Golden Ale

Brewery: Guinness Open Gate Brewery (Dublin)

NEXT UP: Searching for food, at The Prince of Wales... 

Pub 152, Day 56 – Hen & Chickens

By Rob

We’d been to some rough pubs. We’d been to boozers that we didn’t want to step inside, that we couldn’t wait to leave, and that made us re-evaluate the necessity and sense of visiting every pub in the city.

But the rules, however self-imposed, were clear. Nowhere was off-limits. All before us must be conquered. And so it was that we found ourselves visiting one of the places we’d managed to avoid thus far. We were fast running out of pubs in the city centre, and could put it off no longer.

The Hen & Chickens, which each of us had passed previously on the bus, had always looked particularly terrifying – even from the safety of a moving vehicle. Situated halfway down a narrow, dark alleyway in one of the less salubrious parts of the city centre, with an ever-present group of blokes standing outside the entrance, the visuals alone would be enough to dissuade most.

Its reputation matched the aesthetic. Ever since the notorious Cannon (across the road) had closed its doors, the Hen & Chickens had become known as the go-to spot for picking up things that had toppled from the back of HGVs. On our way over from the Old Queens Head, we had a quick scan of the Sheffield forums for any mention of the pub. Here are some personal favourites, quoted verbatim:

“The market leading watering hole for chav scum since the demise of the Cannon”.

“Noticed more than the usual swarm of repellent pondlife in the area.”

“There is no way I would venture down that alley, even if I had a death wish.”

“There's literally a police car parked outside on Street View.”

“It looks as rough as arseholes.”

“They don't take card. Apart from that it's okay.”

A mixed bag, I think you’ll agree.

Naturally, we were bricking it. Our only hope was that, as it was Boxing Day, the festive cheer would soften some of the harder characters. I was also a little unsure as to whether this was, really, the best place to take my younger sister for a Christmas drink. But then again, she’d recently purchased a pretty impressive gaming PC and, should she meet her demise, I stood to inherit.

We arrived at the top of the alleyway, administered last rites, and walked towards the pub. There were a few blokes outside smoking, but they largely ignored us as we slipped through the doors. Inside, it looked exactly as we’d imagined. The music was blaring, disco lights were flashing, and the somewhat shabby taproom was decorated with large, inflatable Santas and snowmen. A few people were sat at the other end of the room, and a couple of women were flinging themselves around on the dancefloor – clearly pissed and enjoying the holidays (as they ought to).

At the bar, we were deeply unsurprised to discover no guest ales. As expected, we were faced with a challenging beer choice. Could this, finally, be the time we had to repeat a pint? Would pub 152 be where the bonus challenge ended?

Not a chance.

We each ordered a bottle of Magners Original Apple cider, which we’d somehow managed to avoid thus far. Neither of us could believe we hadn’t already ticked this one off, but a quick scan of the list showed we were safe.

We sat ourselves down on some stools and, within minutes, a couple of regulars staggered over and started making conversation. Unlike our dodgy encounter in the Hollin Bush, the clientele of the Hen & Chickens were especially friendly (in a decidedly non-scary way). The atmosphere was, indeed, one of drunken festivity and, to our great relief, nobody tried selling us a job lot of Gillette razors. Despite the pub’s fearsome reputation, we had a perfectly nice time there – although we didn’t hang around after our one drink, just in case the situation changed.

While the Hen & Chickens still definitely looks like a ropey establishment, and while I imagine it still has its moments, we can only rate the pub on the experience we had. Unfortunately for them, that still only gets a 4.

Yes, we were pleasantly surprised by the reception we received, but you don’t get extra points for not hosting a stabbing. Meanwhile, the interior and range of beers were both notably subpar.

Pub: Hen & Chickens (3 Castle Green, S3 8LX)

Rating: 4/10

Pint: Magners Original Apple

Brewery: Magners (Clonmel, Ireland)

NEXT UP: Our annual trip to Chapeltown, at the Thorncliffe Arms... 

Pub 151, Day 56 – Old Queens Head

By Rob

How dost thou, most beloved reader? Tis time for thee to heareth a noble tale, of two valorous and princely gentlemen, whom didst and doth frequent manifold inns. Upon this occasion, thee wilt findeth them in the Hawle at the Poandes, partaking each in pots of ale.

The above paragraph gives you a taste of just how annoying it might have been if I’d written this entire post in faux-Shakespearian English, as I’d originally planned.

'Why would you do something so painfully irritating and pointless,' you ask?

Because the pub in question is one of the oldest buildings in Sheffield, dating from c. 1475. It first appeared in the written sources in 1582, in an inventory of the estate of George Talbot, the 6^th Earl of Shrewsbury. It was there recorded as the ‘Hawle at the Poandes’ (Hall i’ th’ Ponds), and was likely used as a dining hall for those well-heeled gents hunting waterfowl at the local ponds.^[1] The birds could be found in the now-vanished waters that formed at the confluence of Porter Brook and the River Sheaf, from which Pond Hill and Pond Street get their names.

Having finished up at the Lord Nelson, we all (Andy, Beki and I) headed over to the Old Queens Head. Now, your first impression of the pub will likely depend upon the direction from which you approach it. If you’re arriving from the west, walking up Pond Hill, then you’ll see a deeply unimpressive building squatting next to the bus interchange. From the other direction, however, you will be greeted by a splendid timber-framed pub, the antiquity of which is immediately apparent. This is because the pub, which was originally limited to the nondescript development, eventually expanded into the Grade II* listed building next door.

Inside, it’s fair to say the pub isn’t quite so impressive. This isn’t to say there aren’t some fantastic features: the wooden roof beams, carved figurines, and old fireplace are all worth seeing. However, much of the pub is located inside the newer building and, as such, looks pretty standard. The section within the older part, while much more striking, seemed to be a dining area. I couldn’t help but think that some big armchairs and a roaring fire would’ve looked more at home than menus, condiments and napkins.

Once at the bar, we were pleased to see a few cask pumps with guest ales on offer. We each opted for a pint of Santa’s Swallie – a delightfully sweet tasting beer that left a warm, gingery spice at the back of the throat.

Beki, meanwhile, was at a loss. She had no idea what to order. She couldn’t decide whether to continue on the beer, or start on the spirits. The barman clearly wanted to know whether he should pour two, or three, pints.

Two beer, or not two beer, that was the question.

Pub: Old Queens Head (40 Pond Hill, S1 2BG)

Rating: 6.5/10

Pint: Santa’s Swallie

Brewery: Inverlamond Brewery (Perth)

NEXT UP: The scariest pub in Sheffield, at the Hen & Chickens...

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[1] Old Queens Head, https://www.theoldqueenshead.co.uk/

Pub 150, Day 56 – Lord Nelson

By Andy

There are a handful of pubs around Bramall Lane whose trade is so intrinsically linked to matchdays, that it seems a shame to go at any other time.

(We learnt this the hard way when we went to the Railway Hotel on a random weeknight, and the landlord seemed annoyed that he had to look up from his newspaper to pour our pints.)

With Rob's knowledge of football being non-existent, it falls to me to arrange these visits. I selected Boxing Day as we would both be in Sheffield, and I wouldn't have work the next day – the perfect opportunity for a few post-match pints.

The plan was simple: I would be at the match, Rob would not. Therefore, Rob would arrive at the Lord Nelson before the game finished, buying a round and beating the queue.

“Right, the game kicks off at 3, so it's important you get to the pub before 5,” I explained. “The place will be dead, you can get a round in, and we'll be on to the next pub in no time. But if you turn up after 5, we won't even get served until 6...”

Rob nodded, but I wasn't sure it had quite sunk in, so I doubled down.

“Just set off in plenty of time,” I pleaded, looking him in the eye like you would a child. “The Lord Nelson can be quite difficult to find...”

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It was 5:30, and I was stood in a queue – nay, a mob – at the Lord Nelson. Rob meanwhile, was wandering the streets lost.

Thankfully, I had developed a useful strategy for queueing amongst your fellow football fans – smile at them, befriend them, ask if they enjoyed the game. Then, when they're distracted and telling you they're delighted United won because it was their first game since their dad died blah blah blah; cut in front of them. Yes pal, we're all Blades, but some of us want to get served before New Year's.

Just as I reached the bar, my phone started ringing. Unfortunately, the crush of people meant I had no chance of answering it, so my only option was to shift my weight slightly to stop it vibrating against the guy next to me, who was beginning to give me funny looks.

I purchased two pints of Mahou, deeming it to be both a suitable lager for football and a lesser-spotted beer for Pubquest.

Fighting my way from the bar, I saw Rob at the door. He was with his sister, Beki.

“I've brought my sister, Beki,” he said, helpfully. “I tried to call to let you know.”

“Ah,” I said, handing a Mahou to Rob and keeping one for me.

A gentleman such as myself should have given his drink to Beki, and rejoined the back of the queue. A caring big brother such as Rob should definitely have given his drink to Beki, and gone to buy another.

Neither of the above transpired, leaving Beki – approximately 5 foot 2 – to push her way into a mob of several dozen overweight football fans.

Although Rob felt slightly bad, I quickly reminded him that we once left Rob's other sister, Reanna, alone at a bus stop in Birley at night, and this dereliction of big brother duty was relatively minor in comparison.

Suitably comforted, we began our Mahou – a pleasant lager, but one that felt more suited to July in Madrid rather than December on Arundel Street.

However, even though the lager didn't quite hit the spot, we both agreed the Lord Nelson was an enjoyable visit. It seemed to make the transition from pleasant pub to raucous boozer with ease, keeping everybody happy. Inside, there were comfortable seating areas and several guest ales; while outside there was plenty of standing room and ample opportunity to shout abuse at passing away fans.

Just as we finished our drinks, Beki finally returned with her pint.

“C'mon, share it out,” asserted Rob, pouring a third of the beer into his glass, then a third into mine. “We'd do the same for you.”

Pub: Lord Nelson (166 Arundel Street, S1 4RE)

Rating: 7/10

Pint: Mahou

Brewery: Mahou (based in Madrid)

NEXT UP: The oldest pub in Sheffield, at the Old Queens Head...

Pub 149, Day 55 – The Stag

By Rob

Continuing our Christmas Eve visit to Woodhouse, we left The Royal and headed towards The Stag.

It was a reasonably large pub; equipped with a pool table, dancefloor, and serving food late into the evening. By the time we’d arrived, however, the kitchen was well and truly closed. The hour was fast approaching Christmas Day and, while the sound of bells is magical to children on that festive night, it’s an unwelcome noise to those hoping to beat last orders.

Fortunately, The Stag seemed to have no intention of closing. On the contrary, the party appeared to be in full swing. We made our way into the taproom, where the music was thumping, disco lights were whirring, and the good people of Woodhouse were drinking and dancing.

Looking to join them in at least one of those endeavours, Andy and I headed over to the bar. The beer range was pretty dire, meaning we were left to scrutinise the fridges to find something acceptable. Thankfully, we spied a bottle of Kier’s Cloudy Apple Cider, from Bulmers. With a pint in each bottle, we ordered two of the things and then proceeded to wince our way through them. It was alcoholic apple juice, basically, which was precisely as unpleasant as we’d expected.

Overall, The Stag wasn’t anything special. It was a bit rough around the edges and didn’t offer an amazing selection of beers; but the atmosphere was fantastic, the locals and the staff were friendly, and it ended up as an enjoyable spot to bring in Christmas Day.

Pub: The Stag (40 Market Square, S13 7JX)

Rating: 4/10

Pint: Kier’s Cloudy Apple Cider

Brewery: H. P. Bulmer (Hereford)

NEXT UP: Matchday, at the Lord Nelson...

Pub 148, Day 55 – The Royal

By Rob

T’was the night before Christmas,

and we were all in the pub.

No, this isn’t the beginning of yet another spin on the classic rhyme (we did that already!). It was actually Christmas Eve and we were very much in the pub.

The pub in question was The Royal, in Woodhouse. We’d met up with a group of old school friends and, as always, seized an opportunity to infuse the evening with some Pubquest magic. We were all alumni of the late, great City School: a peerless educational establishment with leaking, creaking buildings, bottle green uniforms and terrible Ofsted reports. Although no longer in existence, it had once been the pride of Woodhouse – and so it was to Woodhouse we returned.^[1]

I really liked The Royal. It wasn’t anything special, but it was traditional, warm, and friendly. Carpets and classic pub seating, no pointless and enormous empty space, and no stripped-back wooden floors – it was the perfect setting for Christmas Eve drinks.

Some of the locals had clearly been hitting the sauce. We had several exchanges with an extremely friendly old bloke who recurrently appeared throughout our stay, the details of which are lost to us on account of his dialect having been rendered unintelligible by a certain brewery in Tadcaster.

The beer range wasn’t amazing, but there were a couple of guest ales on. We each ordered a pint of Rocking Rudolph, a rather pleasant malty and fruity festive beer from Hardys & Hansons.

The reminiscing got underway, as did the drinking, and we polished off several more pints before departing on to the next place. Getting steadily wrecked on Christmas Eve might not sound very festive, but then consider that Father Christmas himself gets loaded on sherry and proceeds to drive all night.

Pub: The Royal (10 Market Square, S13 7JX)

Rating: 7/10

Pint: Rocking Rudolph

Brewery: Hardys & Hansons (Kimberly, Nottinghamshire) (no longer trading)

NEXT UP: Christmas morning, at The Stag...

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[1] I imagine you’re wondering what sort of people two serial bloggers hung around with at school. Just imagine the coolest kids you can think of and then remove them from the scene entirely.

Pub 147, Day 54 – The Blake Hotel

By Rob

From the moment I clapped eyes on this pub, I knew I’d enjoy it.

Small, built into the surrounding terrace housing, and situated at the top of the nightmarishly steep (16.6°) Blake Street, The Blake Hotel boasts some spectacular views of Sheffield city centre. Like our previous stop, the name belies its overt pubness (let’s get this word in the dictionary), looking for all the world like a classic boozer from the days of industrial Sheffield. In fact, the pub featured as a backdrop in The Full Monty, and retains its vintage look from the exterior.

On the inside it’s warm, cosy, and traditional. There was no TV or music; just the gentle murmur of a reasonably busy, yet reasonably small public house (although at the back, I was surprised to find an unexpectedly spacious beer garden). The bar boasted an impressive range of guest ales, as we each ordered a pint of 4 Hop Men of the Apocalypse (because with a name like that – why wouldn’t you?). A strongly hoppy IPA from Totally Brewed, I think I enjoyed it a little more than stout-loving Andy.

Overall, I was really impressed with The Blake Hotel, would absolutely recommend, and will definitely return (just maybe after we’ve done the other 250+ pubs).

Pub: The Blake Hotel (53 Blake Street, S6 3JQ)

Rating: 9.5/10

Pint: 4 Hopmen of the Apocalypse

Brewery: Totally Brewed (Nottingham)

NEXT UP: Christmas Eve, at The Royal... 

Pub 146, Day 54 – The Hillsborough Hotel

By Rob

I know what you’re thinking – this doesn’t sound like a pub! After all, it’s true that not all the hotels we’d visited thus far were really pubs.

But this one clearly was. Upon our arrival, Andy, Katherine and I all agreed there was no question regarding the pubness of this pub – it looked, smelled, and sounded like a pub. It self-identified as a pub and, in October 2016, had won Sheffield CAMRA’s Pub of the Month award.

Case closed.

Once inside The Hillsborough Hotel (which is not in Hillsborough at all), we were reasonably impressed. Dark wooden floors, comfy chairs, and a spacious conservatory made for a stylish interior while not disguising the age of the building, which had once served ale to soldiers from the nearby Hillsborough Barracks.

There was a great range of guest beers on, so we each ordered a pint of APA, from Windswept Brewing Company. The ‘APA’ stands for Accidental Pale Ale, as it had originally been intended as a blonde beer, but through some unspecified mishaps ended up as a pale ale. It’s a good job it did, because this award-winning beer, with its blend of different malts and bitter hops, struck a wonderful note.

Sitting ourselves in the conservatory at the back, we discovered a stash of board games piled against the wall. We dug out the Connect Four, set up the board, and reminisced relentlessly in the direction of poor Katherine about the time we'd established our very own Connect Four tournament.

Pub: The Hillsborough Hotel (54-58 Langsett Road, S6 2UB)

Rating: 8.5/10

Pint: APA

Brewery: Windswept Brewing Company (Lossiemouth, Moray)

NEXT UP: The Full Monty, at The Blake Hotel...

Pub 145, Day 54 – Gardeners Rest

By Rob

Andy and I – along with Andy's workmate and previous guest-blogger Katherine – stood outside the Gardeners Rest, the final Kelham Island pub on our never-ending tour of Sheffield's ale houses. More than five years after Pubquest began, an important chapter was about to close.

In many respects, Kelham Island was the jewel in the crown of Sheffield's pub culture: the birthplace of the city's real ale movement, home to some of its greatest venues, and a shining example of post-industrial urban regeneration. Without it, Pubquest would have surely failed to grow into the earth-shattering success that it's become today.

Compared to the other Kelham Island boozers, the Gardeners Rest is a bit out of the way. Fortunately, the walk isn't too arduous and offers a good opportunity to catch sight of old industrial Sheffield, without the obscuring layers of gentrification you'd find in the busier parts of the quarter.

Like its nearby cousins, the Gardeners Rest is a handsome looking pub from the outside. Once indoors, it continues to impress with an old-fashioned, shabby chic feel (although some of the upholstery is perhaps a touch more shabby than chic). The pub is bigger than it appears from the street, with a nice extended seating area at the back, leading out into a quirky little beer garden. Not only this, but we discovered a bar billiards table inside, which was a rare treat!

The ale selection was excellent, and we each ordered a pint of Crucible Best, a perfectly pleasant traditional bitter from the Sheffield Brewing Company.

The Gardeners Rest has been a community-run pub ever since it was saved from closure by The Gardeners Rest Community Society, who raised more than £237,000 to purchase the business after the former landlords retired. Concerned that property developers would swoop in and repurpose the pub into yet more fancy Kelham Island apartments, over 400 investors pitched in, each donating between £100 and £5,000.^[1]

The pub has a strong community focus at its core, which guides their decision-making (just when you thought pubs couldn't get any better). As part of this, they provide amenities and opportunities for various groups throughout the city. These include an exhibition space for local artists, as well as facilities for people with mental health issues.^[2]

As the Gardeners Rest continues to thrive, we can only hope that this neat business model catches on elsewhere, saving other great spots from being closed down and converted into less interesting spaces.

I’ll take a pint of Magnet and a packet of pork scratchings over a prestige living space any day of the week.

Pub: Gardeners Rest (105 Neepsend Lane, S3 8AT)

Rating: 8.5/10

Pint: Crucible Best

Brewery: Sheffield Brewery (Sheffield)

NEXT UP: Accidental beer, at The Hillsborough Hotel...

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[1][2] Beer Matters, Sheffield CAMRA, Issue 481, Dec 2017/Jan 2018, p.8

Pub 144, Day 53 – The Wellington [The Return]

After our previous failure at The Wellington, we returned a few weeks later to have another go. Guest-blogger Katherine picks up the story...

By Katherine

I met Andy through work and I'd heard rumblings about his world-famous Sheffield-famous pub blog. It was intimidating being in the presence of an online quasi-celebrity, so I thought it best to play it cool and didn't ask straight away for the link. After all, I'm not ordinarily an avid beer drinker, so wondered how much enjoyment I could get just from reading a blog about it (how wrong I was!)

Our mutual friend Richard (see The Bankers Draft) had an eventful night with Andy and Rob, so I checked out the rest of the blog for myself. I was surprised by just how much action the guys find themselves in: free food, near death-experiences... and don't even get me started on Barry's! The blog transcended just beer and I really could not wait for my moment of glory... so I casually dropped some hints about how I liked writing, as well as drinking, and waited patiently. And patiently. And patiently.

Finally came the text I had been hoping for:
"If you want to be part of Pubquest history forever, we will be attending The Wellington near you in about 15 minutes. (Note: we reserve the right to make you write about it.)"

Yes! I was so excited, and willing to overlook the fact that Andy had given me just 15 minutes notice. I got ready and rushed to the pub, looking forward to a wild night of beer-related fun and games.

My first impression of The Wellington is probably best summarised by my text to Andy: "Are you inside, as this isn't the type of place I would like to be alone." My initial excitement was starting to wane: had I been invited to review the dud of Kelham Island?! The immediate area around the pub leaves a lot to be desired, but in all honesty, I relaxed once I stepped inside. It was very quiet, there were a few students playing a dice game but there were plenty of seats for the random collection of guests that the guys had collected on their way to the pub. I was served by a friendly barmaid and opted for a pint of Black Rat cider but was slightly disappointed as I walked away and noticed a sign for lemon drizzle ale, which I would have preferred!

We had our drinks, as I regaled a less than amusing anecdote about the disgusting toilet habits of the people who work in my office (I sincerely apologise to anyone sat near us that evening). And then... and then... we left! As far as debut Pubquest visits go, mine was unremarkable but pleasant and I was worried whether I'd manage to get a 10-word review from it (but I'm nothing if not creative!)

The assembled quiz team

But wait! "We're going to a pub quiz, do you want to come?" It seemed that my Pubquest journey had not yet ended...

We headed to The Closed Shop where I offered my severely limited quiz knowledge. Sadly the pub had already been reviewed, so I was not there on official business and therefore couldn't write about it! But I will tell you that it involved an embarrassing quiz performance; a silent auction where I managed to win a crate of beer for just £5.50; and a colleague falling out of a taxi. Exactly the kind of evening I was hoping for when I offered up my services as a guest reviewer!

Pub: The Wellington (1 Henry Street, S3 7EQ)

Rating: 7/10

Pint: Sharpshooter

Brewery: Neepsend Brew Company (Sheffield)

NEXT UP: Completing Kelham Island, at the Gardeners Rest...

DNF, Day 52 – The Wellington

The final stop on our pub crawl with Pete from Sheffield Ale Pubs.

By Andy

By this stage, I was struggling.

It was our sixth pub in quick succession, and our 11am start time meant I hadn't eaten a thing since my Corn Flakes.

That's not to say it was all the fault of my poor preparation.

You see, dear reader: I suspected foul play.

In the Sheffield pub-blogging world, we were the plucky underdogs. We had been to a mere 143 pubs, while Pete had visited a mammoth 204. It was clear he didn't want anyone moving in on his patch.

He excelled at giving off the nice-guy image – striking up delightful conversations and cracking jokes along the way.

However, his true motives became clear at Shakespeares when – as it was his round – he 'kindly' purchased us a 7% beer, while opting for a 3.8% drink himself.

The technicalities of which beer we asked for are neither here nor there.

Deep down he must have known it would show us up to be pathetic little upstarts in the pub-blogging world, and yet he chose to buy it us anyway. A bit of gamesmanship there, I think. 

I had already been through my 'talkative' drunk stage at The Bar Stewards, and had now progressed to my 'sit in the corner and try not to vomit' stage. The conversation completely passed me by as I steadily rocked back and forth, desperately concentrating on anything but the sickening churn of my overworked stomach.

Rob was also drunk, but holding it together better than me (he must have had a bigger bowl of Corn Flakes). Pete, on the other hand, seemed stone-cold sober, and could probably have set a new lap-record around Monaco.

The pub seemed a pleasant, old-fashioned boozer – not the biggest but with ample corners to sit with your mates. The beer selection was decent (if a little reliant on one brewery), and the place felt like somewhere you could proudly call your local.

I'm not sure who bought it, but I ended up with a pint of Apex in front of me (by Neepsend Brewery). I didn't like it, but then again by this stage my body would have rebelled against anything.

I watched Rob and Pete speak, and tried to remember how conversations work. What do I do again? I think I'm meant to open my mouth and make sounds.

“Blahf-bloo-bla,” I contributed.

At some point, my nonsensical noises must have put Pete off, as he made his excuses and left. Both him and Rob had finished their pints long ago, leaving me tightly gripping my (completely full) vessel.

Rob tried to motivate me: “If you don't drink this, we'll have to come back!” – but it was no use, the room was spinning.

For only the second time on Pubquest, we failed to finish our drinks. (Both times I was the guilty party.) The rules being as they were, we couldn't count this as a visit.

On the tram back to the train station I thought I was going to throw up – my head was pounding and the floor was swaying. I managed to fight it off, and was moderately proud of myself for not being sick all over the seats. I devoured a sandwich at the train station, and reminisced over the day – a fantastic drinking session with both an old friend and a new friend.

On the train home I was sick three times. All over the seats. I had to tweet CrossCountry Trains to apologise.

Pub: The Wellington (1 Henry Street, S3 7EQ)

Rating: DNF

Pint: DNF

NEXT UP: Take two, at The Wellington...