More short posts you can read over your teatime pint.
I feel like I’ve done Halesowen to death, so I can’t be bothered to give you another cultural analysis of the “Jewel on the A456“.
The big question, of course, is this;
“Is Halesowen in the Black Country ?”
The pubs certainly have that feel, and you can’t argue that a pub with cobs for £1.50 doesn’t deserve the same status as one in Cradley Heath.
The beer range in this micro is pure Stourbridge though.
An odd jam jar for Hop Twister, which did a poor job of selling it to me.
To be honest, the rolls looked better than the beer, and the Lemon Dream was the very definition of “adequately kept”. And by that I mean adequately kept.
But look at the life in here, clustered around proper tables with German beermats.
Very much the small community pub, with Old Boys, tradesmen, schoolchildren and those four legged friends you either love or don’t.
The trade in rolls was staggering, but would be beaten a few miles up the road later that evening. It’s the Black Country, after all.