Saturday 10 October 2015

Pub 78, Day 29 – The British Oak

By Rob

With the rumbling of Andy's stomach now measurable on the Richter scale his hunger pangs sending tremors racing across the Eurasian Plate – we left the Ridgeway Arms and headed a few minutes down the road to The British Oak. None of us had ever set foot inside this pub before and, consequently, had no idea what to expect. The one thing we did know, however, was that at 10.30pm the kitchen would be firmly closed.

Venturing through the doorway, I fell instantly in love with the place.

The wooden roof beams, the red leather upholstery, the wall lamps, and the various decorations made it feel like we'd just wandered into a countryside lodge. The head of a deer could be seen on one wall, while behind us there sat a large blackbird – so lifelike in appearance that I half-expected it to start flapping around the tables. The heads of foxes and badgers stared down at the punters below, while fish, pigeons and various other creatures of indeterminate taxonomy festooned the walls. Sure enough, the choice of decor might not appeal to some people, but in me the proprietors had found an appreciative audience.

Once at the bar, the pub only continued to impress, this time by presenting us with an extensive range of ales, craft lagers and organic ciders. Spoiled for choice, we selected two pints of Erdinger Weißbier – a Bavarian wheat beer that we both really enjoyed. Every sip was crisp, and the sparkling nature of the drink gave it an almost champagne-like quality. The brewers over at Erdinger put this down to the "invigorating carbon dioxide" that they use (which must have been carefully selected from the many varieties of CO2  available on the market today).[1]

Strolling past a selection of hunting rifles and yet more works of taxidermy, we sat ourselves down in a corner and soaked up the warm atmosphere of The Oak. Both Reanna and I were thoroughly enjoying ourselves, while poor old Andy was still bemoaning his almost debilitating malnutrition. To exacerbate the situation, someone had cruelly left a menu out on display near our table, thereby taunting our starved compatriot with a list of delicious-sounding, and totally unavailable, food.

Having spent many evenings in The York, over at Broomhill (about thirty seconds away from my flat) it doesn't take a genius to guess that it's owned and operated by the same people: True North Brew Co. Both pubs have a similar feel to them and, I have it on very good authority, both can whip up some excellent grub (for those fortunate enough to visit when the kitchen is open).

As last orders arrived, we reluctantly left the pub and made our way home. I can't be certain, but I think Andy might have broken the land speed record in his bid to reach the takeaway before it, too, closed its doors.

The British Oak, because of its mountains of charm, gets a well deserved 9.5/10

Pub: The British Oak (1 Mosborough Moor, S20 5AY)
Rating: 9.5/10


Friday 9 October 2015

Pub 77, Day 29 – Ridgeway Arms

By Andy

The problem with having high standards is that you always live to regret them.

Our mutual friend Danny refuses to go on a date with a female unless she is a supermodel, and as a consequence he is destined to die a lonely, unsatisfied virgin. 

I had turned my nose up at The Birley's food due to its unhygienic bathrooms and uninspiring menu, and we now faced a mad dash to the Ridgeway Arms before they stopped serving food.

Me and Rob limbered up for the walk between pubs, a routine we had become well-accustomed to during our Pubquest tours.

What are you doing?” asked our guest Reanna, as I performed a few warm-up stretches. 

Official Pubquest Policy states that we must walk between pubs: it's a well-known fact that a 5-minute walk burns off enough calories to negate the two pints of beer and one bag of pork scratchings that we typically consume. This was politely explained.

What the fuck are you talking about?” countered Reanna, as Rob placed a sweatband over his head.

Me and Rob exchanged wary glances, while I changed into my lycra.

This is only your second Pubquest pub, you can't start dictating all the rules,” Rob informed his sister curtly, as he stuck tape over his nipples, lest they chafe.

Well I'm getting the bus,” stropped Reanna.

Sensing a quarrel between the siblings, I tried to intervene. Opening Google Maps on my phone, I typed in the route and waited for it to load.

It'll probably be quicker to walk to be honest, it's only--” The route loaded. “Fuck. 1.8 miles!”

Undeterred, me and Rob set off to walk, leaving Reanna behind at the bus stop. We had gone a full fifty yards before I realised we had made a mistake: I turned around to see an 18-year-old girl alone at a dark bus stop, on a cold night, in an area she didn't know. It was clear I needed to amend the error.

If you get there first, order me a steak and chips,” I bellowed back at her. “Medium-rarrrrrre!”

***

On the walk, me and Rob foolishly convinced ourselves that we could beat the bus. Public transport is so unreliable, we said; much better to just put one foot in front of the other. Not only would Reanna have to wait for the bus to turn up, but her journey would be punctuated by stops every 30 seconds.

Our delusions were shattered when we arrived to see a very bored-looking Reanna sat in the corner, already halfway through her drink. After apologising for our late arrival (for the second time that night), Rob struck a deal with his sister that they wouldn't mention this little escapade to their mother.

The walk had certainly increased my appetite, but no matter because it was about to be quelled. After all, my hunger was the primary reason we had come to this pub: we had checked online before setting off, they served food until 10pm. I glanced at my watch: it was 9:40.

I approached the bar with a smile, knowing the internal agony of my hunger would soon come to an end. I even had the foresight to check our table number.

Steak and chips please,” I requested. “Medium-rare.”

Sorry, we're not serving food anymore, you're too late.”

The hunger in my stomach suddenly transformed to anger, as I realised I might end the night without a meal.

But, but, it says on your website you serve food until 10!” I spluttered.

Yeah we do, but it's been quiet tonight, the chef's gone home,” the barmaid replied, oblivious to the impact of her words.

WELL BRING HIM BACK THEN!” [I may or may not have actually said this.]

However I remonstrated, it was no use. The woman in front of me claimed to be incapable of putting even the most basic of items into a microwave without the supervision of the chef.

Not that I'm sulking, but the choice of beers was shit too. We had to have Strongbow.

I wanted to give the pub 0/10 for starving me. However, I was overruled by Rob.

Pub: Ridgeway Arms (Quarry Hill, S20 5AZ)
Rating: 4.5/10
Pint: Strongbow

Thursday 8 October 2015

Pub 76, Day 29 – The Birley

By Rob

Sitting almost directly across the road from our current location at The Sherwood, The Birley was always going to be next on our list. The three of us (me, Andy and Reanna my sister, for those not quite keeping up) walked the requisite fifty yards from one pub door to the next and stepped inside yet another budget eatery.

The Birley, it's safe to say, was a bit of a shit pub.

While The Sherwood was fairly nondescript and looked every inch the chain pub, it had a certain warmth to it. The Birley, on the other hand, had all the warmth of a Norwegian January. It was drab where The Sherwood was bright. It was dour where The Sherwood was friendly. It was worn where The Sherwood was marginally less worn.

Arriving at the bar, we reviewed the range of ales on offer.

The range of ales didn't include any that we recognised.

By which I mean it didn't include any.

What I'm saying is: there were no ales.

Two pints of Stella Artois later (reassuringly expensive, but annoyingly commonplace), we headed over to the pool table, where somebody won 1-0. I won't bother going into details about who it was that won, or who it was that lost, or where the overall Pubquest pool score stood at the end of it. The game was played and the game was finished. Enough said.

As for the pub, it really wasn't appealing. A little dark, a little dingy,  and with no ales on offer, it was immediately apparent that it wouldn't be winning any of the coveted Pubquest awards.

Andy, having not eaten any dinner, was by this point very hungry. He thus picked up a menu to peruse the culinary options available to him. Unimpressed with what was on offer, and somewhat dissuaded by the slightly rundown surroundings, he deliberated at great length over whether or not to order some food. Leaving him to his thoughts, I headed to the toilet.

Pulling the door open, I was assaulted by an almighty stench – so potent in its malodour that it almost melted the contact lenses right off my eyes. Staggering back from the noisome attack on my olfactory senses, I turned to see Andy clap a hand over his nose in a vain attempt to defend himself from the pestilential miasma.

Now, I accept that toilets are never going to be the nicest of places and, considering what they're built for, I'm prepared to tolerate a certain degree of unpleasantness. However, when you're inches away from calling 999, firm in the belief that there's a decomposing human cadaver in one of the cubicles, then it's gone too far.

With his face turning the same colour as the baize on the pool table, Andy decided that he would forgo the dining experience and seek sustenance elsewhere.

With that decision made, we finished off our drinks rather more quickly than we did in The Sherwood and decided to head to the next place.

Overall opinion? The pints may have been Stella, but the pub certainly wasn't.

The Birley Pool Score: Andy 1-0 Rob
Pubquest Pool Score: Andy 41-28 Rob

Pub: The Birley (66 Birley Moor Road, S12 4WB)
Rating: 3/10
Brewery: Anheuser-Busch InBev (based in Leuven, Belgium)

NEXT UP: A Top Gear challenge, at the Ridgeway Arms...

Wednesday 7 October 2015

Pub 75, Day 29 – The Sherwood

It's time to treat you, our lucky readers, to another guest blog. This time, helping us to celebrate our 75th pub, the contributor in question is Rob's youngest sister, Reanna. Making her Pubquest debut at the age of eighteen that magnificent age when the world of (legal) pub-going is opened up she is here to share her experience.

***

By Reanna

It was a day like any other, or so it seemed. As I awoke that morning, little did I know what adventures lay ahead of me.

As had become tradition, my sister Beki and myself visited my grandmother’s house every week for lunch. We would then while away the hours with idle chatter, watching reruns of Murder She Wrote until, eventually, we would venture out to have our dinner at The Sherwood pub. This had been the routine, once a week, every week, for the past five years; so I could be forgiven for not realising that this day would be any different.

Oh, but different it was, because on that fateful taxi ride from my grandmother's front door to the pub, I received a text message – one word that filled me with excitement, one word that would change the course of the evening completely:

Pubquest?

I was aware of my brother and Andrew’s mission to visit every pub in Sheffield; a goal I had doubted more than once. I had never imagined I would become a part of it, eternalised in the legend that is Sheffield Pubquest.

I replied with speed, confirming my attendance and informing him of the time we usually finished our meal. Once the food was eaten, my grandmother and sister politely declined the invitation to remain with me and await the boys' arrival, and so I was left waiting alone for Robert and Andrew who were, unsurprisingly, late.

The Sherwood is a pub belonging to the Hungry Horse chain and can be found in Frecheville, along Birley Moor Road. It is a funny sort of building, which would look more at home in a seaside town than on the side of a main road, across from a Co-op and a row of takeaways. It has a large car park and plenty of outside seating for those who like their beer with added rain water, or their food with a side order of flies.

Inside, it is exactly how one might imagine a chain pub trendy(ish) and, arguably, aimed at those on a budget. The main seating area, which is open to families, is large with plenty of tables and they even have comfy, if slightly worn, booths with small televisions set into the wall, designed to keep the children entertained (although the TVs are muted and without subtitles, so the level of entertainment provided is questionable). There are crayons, puzzle sheets and balloons available and, for whatever reason, a couple of those “play ‘til you win” grabber machines by the toilets. Needless to say, I knew we wouldn't be sitting in this side of the pub...

The other side of the pub, meanwhile, is dedicated to over-18s only. It has the usual row of bandits along the wall, a couple of pool tables and a big screen they bring out for especially exciting sports games.

I also feel as though I ought to mention the cuisine, as it's usually the reason for my visiting The Sherwood (although food is not, I understand, the focus of Pubquest). The range of the menu is decent enough, with the usual pub food and a few ‘fancy’ extras thrown in. The quality of the food is average, although considering the low price you pay it is certainly nothing to complain over. Generally speaking, it is much like you would find in a Wetherspoons, or any other budget chain pub.

Once the pair finally arrived, swaggering in with the ego of two men who run a blog nobody reads, we relocated to the adults' section, nabbing the table closest to the bar. Robert and Andrew carefully scoured the drinks menu, searching for something they had not already had at one of their previous jaunts. The range of drinks on offer was much to be expected, with a few real ales thrown in alongside the usual lagers and beers.

The pub also offered a range of cocktail pitchers, all of which were greatly overpriced. I am still unsure as to why a chain pub that is nowhere near the city centre offers such a wide range of shots and drinks deals, but the service is usually quick and the staff are mostly friendly, so I will let that slide.

Deciding on a pint of Abbot Ale for themselves, and a bottle of Bulmers for myself (which Andrew so graciously bought for me), we sat down and planned for the night ahead.

Overall, The Sherwood is a perfectly acceptable pub and certainly one of the better ones in the area, being ideal for families and low-budget group meals.

As a regular, I feel I have to award it a respectable 6/10 although that is, perhaps, a little generous.

***

While we appreciate Reanna's enthusiasm over here at Pubquest HQ, I must point out that she's vastly overreached by assuming that she a guest contributor is permitted to award an official rating to a pub. Therefore, we have voided and rescinded her rating, as it does not represent the official position of Pubquest.

After much discussion, we have instead awarded The Sherwood an Official Pubquest Rating of 6/10. 

Pub: The Sherwood (67 Birley Moor Road, S12 4WG)
Rating: 6/10
Pint: Abbot Ale
Brewery: Greene King Brewery (Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk)

NEXT UP: Disgusting toilets, at The Birley...