Dog & Partridge, Sheffield

My first visit here since I posted the review below. I'd noticed in passing that the exterior had been smartened up, and on entering it was apparent that the inside has also had a good deal of money spent on it. There are four hand pumps on the bar, one serving Black Sheep Bitter and another Clarks Blonde. The front room is now dominated by a pool table, with a bandit in one corner and a DJ's booth in another, with a TV screen above it. When we came in, just after 9pm on a Tuesday, there was one other customer watching the TV and a DJ doing a sound check. We took our beers to the small room just to the left of the entrance, where there is now a high table. (The snug referred to in my previous review was plunged in darkness; perhaps they just use it for over-spill when it gets busy.) About 9.30 the DJ suddenly stopped his testing and blasted out a record at top volume and our previous conversation became a shouting match. We didn't hang around to see if anyone turned up in response to this call for action. It's hard to know who this loud music is aimed at. The pub will always be what my daughter is kind enough to call a "creepy old man's pub", i.e. seen as totally uncool by anyone under 25. Although the music is probably loud enough to get the attention of those doing the West Street circuit bars in their underwear, it seems unlikely they'll want to turn this into the next place to be seen.