In case you wondered, yes I am intent on getting more posts out of Wolves than Richard. Beaten on quality, but never on quantity.
I could have put these bonus photos on Facebook, but of course then my personal data would be sold to the Russian organisation trying to get us to vote “YES” to the CAMRA Revitalisation proposals.
If we’d popped in all the great looking pubs we passed in Wolves I probably wouldn’t be around to write this. Alex our guide at Banks’s had suggested the Wheatsheaf (top) as a great place to sample the Mild. Next time, Alex.
Nearby, the Old Still looked gorgeous, but like the Billy Wright it’s abandoned cask in favour of pre-match Carling drinkers (nowt wrong with Carling, just saying).
And that’s a bit of a theme in Wolves; not exactly a sea of keg but not as many Banks’s locals as you might expect or remember.
Across from the Old Still, we noticed a welcome return of hand pumps in the Duke of York (a.k.a. Tap & Spile), a rare real ale gain.
I should say that I visited the Wetherspoons twice, racking up five flat whites for my £2.80 investment, but no use of the vouchers. It’s very Spoonsy.
As with Wolverhampton generally, Charles and I thought the Moon Under Water brighter and cheerier than we remembered.
The beer range was better than average (post Beer Fest), and I actually saw someone order a pint of cask (Mauldons) while I was there. #RealAleLives.
On our 20 minute post-curry walk back to Baron’s Court Hotel we only passed one (keg) pub. If anyone has been in the Rose & Crown do let me know*.
In the morning I walked back into town to see if Mr Coldwell had a measurable hangover, but he seemed sprightly enough. Resilient lot those Yorkies.
The city looked rather gorgeous.
There’s some interesting shops, including this one selling Dylan rarities under aliases (I presume).
There’s a great musical heritage in Wolves, stretching from Slade to Slade, and it’s well captured outside the museum.
Meanwhile the Posada looked so magical I almost regretted not nipping in for a half the night before. It tends to have that effect on you.
Instead, I popped in the Modern Art Gallery to see these fellas.
If the Clangers, Banks’s Mild and Ruben Neves don’t draw folk to Wolverhampton in droves, nothing will.
*Paul from West Midlands Explorer did – read his blog here.