The Shepley Spitfire, Totley, Sheffield

Unfortunately this is not my sort of pub at all. We got here mid-afternoon when the atmosphere was convivial, with families with small children having a few drinks after their Sunday lunch. Some people looked as though they were in for a long session, though, and I can imagine it getting pretty raucous once the little kids have been taken home. It's quite a smart building of its type, and well presented, the main downside for me I suppose being the poor choice of beers available on the bar: it's a Greene King house. Choice is probably not the word to use when the selection is to be made from Old Golden Hen, an abomination of a beer; the famously tasteless Greene King IPA, one time champion beer of Great Britain (when they sent the only barrel to ever taste of anything to the Camra beer festival); and Ruddles Best, a beer whose name prompts the thought, "what must the rest be like?" The best thing I have to say about the Spitfire is that it broke up the long walk between the Mother Red Cap and the Fleur de Lys.