My last Staffordshire GBG tick came just outside Newport, Salop. As is traditional, this is what a completed Staffs looks like, Mr BRAPA (I expect Pubmeister first completed it when it was still called Ye Middle Mercia).
The last tick was the Red Lion in Sutton, another place name that pops up in multiple counties. Another pub, too, that wasn’t open when I made a special detour to visit on Friday lunchtime a while ago. I phoned twice before this visit to make sure they weren’t closing especially for me this time. They sounded very nice.
A bit like the pub, then. Pleasant and tidy, but also unpretentious and beery, at least on a Sunday evening once the diners have gone. Five points for naming the flowers.
Still bearing the familiar Banks’s livery, but taking full advantage of free house status with this range (possibly);
Most “proper” GBG followers would have gone for the Box, I’m told, so I went for the Banks. I resent it being renamed Amber, but it’s still a proper beer, nicely cool here (NBSS 3), and it’s what the other gentlefolk drink.
The class extends to the Beryl Cook art in the Gents (top) though I confess I’d thought this entirely innocent until Matthew Lawrenson set me straight.
A minor award too, for the best placement of a Prosecco ad.
Newport is an oddity, seemingly tied more to Telford than to the Black Country, and with a low-key beauty. Quite how it manages a Premier Inn, I don’t know; presumably folk travelling from Wolverhampton to Whitchurch need at least one overnight stay.
On a good day, it looks a little like Bridgnorth-on-the-cheap, with a top quality parish church and more black-and-white timber than in the whole of the Potteries.
The pubs look solid rather than classic, and it’s a long time since the Shakespeare graced the Guide.
A decade ago, Spoons might have been tempted to convert the magnificent old ballroom, but it still stands forlorn but lovely.
Pub redemption for the town comes a few yards past the market place, but that’s a jewel for later.