Barra
01-11-2004, 10:05
In the travel section of The Graniaud on Saturday one of the journos took a tour round Yorkshire, and had this to say about Sheffield:
The last stop was Sheffield, the city I knew least well (it seemed unbelievably far south when I was growing up in the north). Sheffield is not overburdened with boutique hotels, or fancy restaurants in the city centre, or Harvey Nichols, or heritage trails. The walk from the station to town took us down a dank and nasty underpass. The hotel had the feel of an old boarding school. We tried to visit a couple of museums; both were shut that day because of understaffing.
But then we went to the Graves gallery, which was showing a stunning Blake exhibition; had a delicious vegetarian lunch at the Olive Garden on Norfolk Street (vegetarian cafes are always better outside London); found some lovely independent shops in the Forum, a tiny arcade; bought a handmade skirt; turned up at the Sheffield United ground and bought a ticket there and then for that afternoon's match (I didn't know you could still do that anywhere); enjoyed Sheffield United's hilarious song (You fill up my senses, like a gallon of Magnet, like a packet of woodbines, like a good pinch of snuff, like a night out in Sheffield, like a greasy chip butty, Oh Sheffield United, come thrill me again); got a cab to a restaurant just outside the city, called The Old Vicarage, where we had an absolutely delicious Michelin-starred meal (don't miss the trio of English strawberry desserts). In other words, we had the perfect day.
The full article can be found here:
http://travel.guardian.co.uk/countries/story/0,7451,1339434,00.html
Just thought i'd share it with you all!
The last stop was Sheffield, the city I knew least well (it seemed unbelievably far south when I was growing up in the north). Sheffield is not overburdened with boutique hotels, or fancy restaurants in the city centre, or Harvey Nichols, or heritage trails. The walk from the station to town took us down a dank and nasty underpass. The hotel had the feel of an old boarding school. We tried to visit a couple of museums; both were shut that day because of understaffing.
But then we went to the Graves gallery, which was showing a stunning Blake exhibition; had a delicious vegetarian lunch at the Olive Garden on Norfolk Street (vegetarian cafes are always better outside London); found some lovely independent shops in the Forum, a tiny arcade; bought a handmade skirt; turned up at the Sheffield United ground and bought a ticket there and then for that afternoon's match (I didn't know you could still do that anywhere); enjoyed Sheffield United's hilarious song (You fill up my senses, like a gallon of Magnet, like a packet of woodbines, like a good pinch of snuff, like a night out in Sheffield, like a greasy chip butty, Oh Sheffield United, come thrill me again); got a cab to a restaurant just outside the city, called The Old Vicarage, where we had an absolutely delicious Michelin-starred meal (don't miss the trio of English strawberry desserts). In other words, we had the perfect day.
The full article can be found here:
http://travel.guardian.co.uk/countries/story/0,7451,1339434,00.html
Just thought i'd share it with you all!