The demise of Boring Brown Bitters, replaced by a sea of exotic craft, is much overstated. Particularly in the suburbs of the Black Country.
What Oxley lacks in architectural interest it makes up for with an ability to get you lost, always a bonus.
The Claregate is right on the border with Staffordshire, except of course that Wolves is really a Staffs town. It marks the transition from slightly smarter housing and schools to golf courses and canals. Fittingly, it’s a pub to cater for many audiences.
I liked it very much. Even with some obvious knocking-through over the years, there were still a good half-dozen potential comfy seating areas. I won’t claim the atmosphere at 3pm was cheery, this is Wolves not West Brom; contented would be a better word. The landlord’s selection of obscure blues tracks suited the mood perfectly.
The posher bit of Wolves has the better of the Banks’s houses, its best beer at the Newhampton, and possibly the worst of the nation’s Embers according to BRAPA.
A craft-free beer range included both Pedigree and Old Empire, two of my favourites, but it felt wrong not to stick to Banks’s.
Clearly the very word “Brown” is anathema to Marston’s, perhaps remembering this Coventry horror from my childhood.
QUIZ – NAME ONE OTHER CHOCOLATE BROWN MONSTROSITY FROM THIS GOLDEN AGE OF FOOTBALL (NOTE FOR DICK & DAVE – IT’S NOT CALLED SOCCER)
I clearly didn’t get the e-mail notifying me that Bitter was now Amber, and spent a fraction of a second too long examining the pump clip (not a happy experience), enough to be outed as a real ale bore and CAMRA member.
Whatever it’s called, the stock Bitter (£2.50 a pint) is still gorgeous at its best, as here (NBSS 3.5). You won’t see the Claregate on any itineraries of Black Country pubs by visiting CAMRA branches, but that’s their loss.
Two miles west, the Bull at Codsall looks even more Unspoilt by Progress.
It was actually felt a bit more homogenised than the Claregate, though the customers was exclusively old blokes on pints. Pints of Fosters, mind.
Slightly less easy finding a quiet corner, and the withering look of Staffy contempt I got when taking a phone call persuaded me not to hang around. They nail you, not your mobile, to the wall round here.
The Amber was OK; a fine line between NBSS 2.5 and 3.5 is well captured on the CAMRA website, though of course decisions to stay in a pub rarely consider beer quality.
Picturesque Codsall now has more Beer Guide pubs than, say, King’s Lynn. The predictably named Crown Joule’s is highly likely to follow, but quite what folk will make of that apostrophe is hard to tell.
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Quiz-That is a difficult question for us. Unless you refer to our chocolate brown monstrosity, the Cleveland Browns. Time to research rugby.
Rugby of either code is/are further different sports, Dick.
I can’t think of any brown rugby kit offhand, except at the end of a match.
I think I misconstrued your hint to us. I thought you were leading us away from (your) football(our soccer, named only because our football incorrectly took the name), which, however crazy, lead me to rugby.
Actually, RM’s hint!
You’re absolutely right. It does indeed read as though I was trying to trick you. And of course I would never do that 😉
I’ve reworded it now.
Sorry. And rugby is a banned word on this blog, like jugs and samples.
I know you never would. You do not need to; I take care of that myself!
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Dave sadly is without good Internet access this week. I loved this post!
I think Amber ale is the new bitter Martin, even Wadworths 6X is described as a crafted Amber ale on their own website! P….s me off when solid traditional brewers start calling bitters as Amber ales and crafting them rather than brewing them.
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Always love a bit of marketing daftness and Marstons plc seem to be going overboard at the moment. My quick survey of views on their beer rebranding ranges from local landlord saying his regular Ped drinkers think the beer recipe must have changed to my son and his up to the minute chums thinking the whole exercise is laughable. If you try to be craft you’re trying to hard.
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Exactly. I’ve never heard a drinker complain about the pumpclip !