If you're looking for a delightful evening at the Shakespeare Pub in Sheffield, let me regale you with a tale of what you might encounter: Adam, the bartender. From the moment we crossed the threshold, Adam's demeanor was a curious blend of disdain and annoyance, like a tragic Shakespearean character who took a wrong turn and ended up behind the bar.

Ordering drinks felt like a scene from a comedy of errors. Adam's huffing and puffing could have blown down a house of cards. His attitude was so sour that lemons would blush in his presence. But the real climax came after we paid—Adam, with the subtlety of a Shakespearean villain, turned to his colleague and dubbed us a "horrible group of people." Ah, the eloquence!

Adding to the charm, Adam seems to have a deep, emotional attachment to one particular shirt. Every time we've visited, it's the same shirt, as if he's starring in a one-man show where the costume budget was slashed.

To the management: Adam's customer service skills could use a rewrite. If working behind a bar doesn't bring him joy, perhaps he should exit stage left and find a role more suited to his temperament. Until then, I suggest potential patrons avoid this pub unless they're keen on experiencing their own Shakespearean tragedy.