By
Rob
Izzy,
a friend from the days when I was a full-time student with long hair
and acne, was visiting Sheffield for a few nights. We'd decided to
meet up for a drink and a catch-up. After all, I was excited to see
her reaction when she realised that, five years later, I was still a
full-time student with long hair and acne.
Given
that Andy and Izzy are also friends, and that any occasion involving
drinks is just waiting to be hijacked by Pubquest, I picked up the
phone to extend an invitation to my fellow adventurer. He was, of
course, delighted.
Unable
to convince Izzy to meet us on the fringes of the city and stroll
around a series of obscure pubs, we agreed to restrict ourselves to
the centre of Sheffield. Her unreasonable refusal was centred around
having to pay in excess of £20 for a taxi to take her somewhere she
didn't want to go, in order to indulge us in what she thought was
merely a hobby.
(Oh,
how foolish she will feel when our readership reaches double digits.)
We
all met up at The Globe. Like The Cavendish, this venue is owned by Stonegate Pubs and is clearly
geared towards the more youthful customer. Unlike The Cavendish,
however, this pub is also part of the Scream chain and, as a result,
it's not just marketed at a younger clientele but is aimed almost
entirely at students. This is perfectly natural, given its location
directly opposite Sheffield Hallam University's largest building.
Inside
the pub, the decor was a bit of a mishmash. For instance, I really
liked the huge, eighteenth-century-esque picture of the globe (the
planet, not the pub) on the wall. However, I was somewhat less
impressed by the furniture, which appeared to have been procured from
an 'everything must go' auction at a recently liquidated Wacky
Warehouse. The chairs were all different colours and, without
exception, each layer of the rainbow was represented in its brightest
possible variant. The effect, upon entering the pub, was not unlike
having your eyes pricked.
As
usual, both mine and Andy's timekeeping was impeccable and,
consequently, Izzy had been sat there nursing a drink for about ten
minutes by the time we arrived.
We
each ordered a pint of Cotton Tail, an ale from the Sheffield-based
Fuggle Bunny brewery. A sweet drink with somewhat citrus undertones,
it went down a treat.
Glasses
in hand, seated on chairs of almost incandescent pigmentation, we
immersed ourselves in conversation. Izzy, it soon transpired, had
followed Andy into the real world and now worked in a proper job,
like a fully functioning adult member of the human race. Pursuing my
astonishingly relevant and vocational MA in Medieval History, I
thanked my lucky stars that I could count on the inevitable success
of Pubquest to set me up in later life.
After
some time had passed I found myself being won over by The Globe.
Although the upholstery had scarred my corneas, the pub had a nice
warm atmosphere and a reasonably good selection of ales. A pleasant
vibe and a decent drink count for much more than the finer points of
interior design, however bad they might be.
We
finished our rabbit-themed ale (which was a little less hoppy than
might have been expected) and headed over to the next place.
Pub: The Globe (54 Howard Street, S1 2LX)
Rating:
6.5/10
Pint:
Cotton Tail
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