It’s a good job Stafford’s top #PubMan doesn’t sue me for using his picture on this blog, as he’s becoming almost as much a fixture as a dodgy pint of Otter.
You’ll remember that Paul joined my Black Country Auditors Amble at the Great Western, a visit that divided opinion. But where next ?
We’d planned an early curry and Manx beer at the Hooded Ram, but oddly it was closed on Monday. That doesn’t happen much, does it ?
Never mind, a chance to admire Wolves architecture and veer away from the pub classics.
Now what does this one look like to you ?
Actually, it’s the Hogshead; formerly Hog’s Head, Hogshead, Vine etc. And my first Hogshead since before Wetherspoons invented craft, when the Hog meant Boddingtons, Castle Eden and Flowers IPA (it did in Letchworth, anyway).
I was quite impressed, if not a little astonished, at the cask range. Three Tiny Rebels, a Green Devil, the undrinkable Titanic one, Pedigree and a Banks’s beer brewed to pre-emptively celebrate Wolves draw with City. Something for everyone, except the bloke for whom one pump is plenty.
Most surprising of all, there were a couple of dozen young drinkers on a Monday night. This is Wolves, not West Bridgford.
Perhaps they were drawn by the presence of PubMan royalty, perhaps by the soundtrack (“What Difference Does It Make“) or perhaps by the cutting-edge art ?
No, I’m sure the Kidz were there (like Paul) to sample the super-strong Brew Dog 8 Bit keg; we passed on the 17% stout, sadly. The cask was good enough too (NBSS 3 for the Pedi), though clearly there’s far too many pumps. Odd this formula works here but didn’t work for the Slaters bar.
But where next ?
Boisterous on my last visit on a match day, it wasn’t much less boisterous now.
“Earthy” would be the word, I reckon it will appeal to fans of the Stile rather than the Sunbeam (look them up).
Paul found the classic corner table (top) and contemplated the Mild. Good, if not remarkable. unlike the ceiling.
We finished with a Tetul Mix at the Dilshad. If you haven’t had Tetul Mix after a pint of Banks’s, you haven’t lived.
Wolves. Increasingly, the best night out in the Midlands.