There. Got your attention now. An official “Classic Pub” that no-one will argue with.
The walk there from Dudley town centre won’t feature on many “classic walks” though.
It’s easy to romanticise the Black Country, but the A4036 is not a road for the romantic. A succession of industrial estates and power tool outlets, it’s very much what Industral Britain was built on though.
It’s more attractive than Merry Hill, mind, and you do at least get the canal, so it’s not as bad as industrial Brent.
Halfway to Brierley Hill from Dudley I did a search of GBG pubs in the area;
Yes, nothing. Even Ma Pardoes over in Netherton is out of the Guide these days, believe it or not.
Obviously, I didn’t need the Vine; my new tick is next door. Must be 20 years since my last visit, though, and I succumb to repeat visits to classics easier these days.
Frankly, you get your Batham‘s fix where you can.
Straight to the Public on the right.
A lovely mix of folk, more the crowd you’d get in a slightly upmarket Sam Smiths than the Great Western, if I’m being over precise.
Pleasantly buzzing, though I’m not sure I’d have secured this prime seat 20 years ago.
What shall I have then ?
The Bitter it is then. Actually, the Mild may have been on in the other bar.
The harder decision is whether to have a cob here, or find that Balti later.
The chap in a suit has a pint and cheese and onion cob, and I instinctively repeat his order. It’s a loaf rather than a cob, if i’m honest.
A little bit of heaven, for sure. I go on Twitter to boast about it immediately.
A bargain tea, a calorific tea, a tea accompanied by the best banter of the week.
Pub chat centred on 2 up 2 down in the National League, second hand power tools, the best gambling sites and other important issues.
“I’m so sick of Brexit discussions, whenever it comes on I switch over to Classic FM”
said one Old Boy who then proceeded to discuss Brexit for the next 20 minutes.
And anyone who quotes the Shakespeare at me is barred.