Not so long ago, the Broadfield was one of Sheffield’s most notorious pubs – all sticky carpets, nicotine-drenched walls and devil-may-care service. Today it couldn’t be more different. All the best bits have been kept (etched glass, oak floors, cosy booths), with wood-burning stoves and jugs of fresh flowers added. The no-nonsense menu (printed on brown paper) features stonkingly good homemade sausages: try the lamb, mint and black pudding version or beef with horseradish and mushroom served with creamy mash and real-ale gravy. There are also homemade pies with dreamy crusts, mushy peas and fat, hand-cut chips – plus bottles of obligatory Henderson’s Relish on the tables. Otherwise, you might fancy haggis-stuffed chicken wrapped in bacon with crispy leeks or maple-glazed ham hock with roasted root vegetables. Just add audaciously bearded, hipster boys pulling pints of Abbeydale Moonshine.