For the third time in a row I failed to find the exit, wandering aimlessly past Leon’s and Five Guys and Prets before emerging blinking in Chinatown.
So the half hour I’d allowed myself for a leisurely stroll to get to the Burning Soul Brewery Tap at opening was suddenly a chicken-run inducing 20 minutes.
Here’s the highlights.
Burning Soul is on the edge of the Jewellery Quarter, which gets increasingly scruffy as you edge closer to Villa Park.
It’s not a thing of beauty, but when did I care about external appearance ?
I arrived dead on 1pm, pleasingly beat a clutch of slow beards to the door.
As usual, there were already loads of people in before opening, apparently at the end of a brewery tour. I would rather enter that special place in hell reserved for folk who let their dog lick me than go on a microbrewery tour, of course.
Now I bet you’re wondering what I’m going to say about this tasting room in a shed with teeny opening hours, a strong preference for card payment and no handpumps.
Really, you need to read the definitive report by BRAPA. Sadly, I couldn’t find that on Bing, so here’s the more enthusiastic Peter Allen review.
Just to annoy Si, I loved it. Cheery staff, shiny taps, and tasty beer. Particularly the Black IPA, which was astonishingly intense.
But what made this visit special were the couple of blokes on vacation from Wolverhampton to do Brum
Phil and Ian couldn’t be bothered with the tour either, and invited me to join them at their bench to talk Black Country pubs and vigorously debate the merits of BBB.
Top Pub Men. But then they’re from Wolves, so what do you expect ?