As Sheffield’s defunct Old Heavygate Inn is dismantled, a 300-year-old foundation stone reminds us of all that disappears when a pub breathes its last Continue reading
There’s a great irony about the Sunday dinner pub, (which I neglected to mention when I blogged about Sunday dinner pubs. It’s that even the dinner, Sunday or otherwise, is usually shit. But today my in-laws took me to the Speckled Hen in St Albans for lunch, and it was great. A sort of bean … Continue reading
At the University Arms, people form a linear, post office-style queue at the bar, rather than just nudging in where there’s a space and waiting for their turn. I don’t know whether this is down to the physical layout of the pub or the cerebral nature of the clientele. But it’s the only pub I … Continue reading
It’s probably the Kelham Island Tavern, isn’t it. But where do you go if you’re slap bang in the middle of the city, the urge overtakes you for some alfresco pint, and you can’t be arsed walking out there? Continue reading