I always enjoy the trips into the sliver of south Staffs between the Black Country and Bridgnorth. Please don’t bore me with the county history in comments; I know Wolves is really Staffs and the West Midlands is a fictitious construct.
Tiny lanes, posh golf courses, the Kinver hills and place names designed especially for the entertainment of our Canadian readership.
Trysull is the must-see village, but down the road Hinksford offers this redbrick marvel.
Mere mention of Waterworks necessitates a comfort break in Hinksford’s eponymous pub, which has a rather less impressive exterior totally obscured by Volkswagens*.
But never mind the aesthetics. This is a corker.
As so often, three photos tell you all you need to know about the Hinksford.
Yes, an effortless combination of destination dining for gentlefolk with proper boozer for Old Boys in caps. A winning combination.the Gi
“Destination” in the sense that everyone has driven here from Stourbridge or the Gornals, but the bargain lunch specials at £4.50 mark this down as “not a gastropub“.
My most recent similar experience was in that classic all-rounder in Consett.
All the beers had clearly been pulled in the lunch session, so I went for the one from up the road.
Enville Ale is an unsung survivor, tipping up on bars in unexpected places, never varying its distinctive pump clip, or its pleasant honey taste. A cool NBSS 3.5 from me.
Enough ale sold to get in the Guide, but you’ll guess the best seller here;
Nearly all the best banter was about the racing from Wincanton, with regular shouts of “He’s a goner !”, “F***** hell” and “That’s me done“.
Brilliant, though you can see why some reviewers expecting a Marston’s dining experience would be a bit confused (see here). The review that calls pubgoers “clients” tells you all you need to know about modern Britain.
*At this point Mrs RM would say “You can’t tell a Volkswagen from a Ford Ka”.