Next up, a few days in Dudley with Mrs RM, making an overdue return to this blog.
Hang on, I’ve only just got back from finishing Dudley and the West Midlands. Poor planning, Mrs RM.
Anyway, no new GBG pubs, so I have to content myself with a few painful train journeys and some very speculative pre-emptive ticks while Mrs RM enjoys a day in this attractive office in Burnt Tree.
Those offices connect to the Toby Carvery by secret 16th century passages, or so Dudley TIC probably claim.
Visiting chain family diners in an unironic way is all the rage these days, a craze started by BeerMat and popularised by “BRAPA in Cornwall” (film out November).
I always liked the Toby we stayed at in Chadderton, Oldham. It smelt of cabbage (or was it broccoli?) but had real life.
Dudley’s Toby is almost upmarket, for Dudley.
But there’s as many drinkers as gobblers, a BRAPA-friendly mix of Hi-Vis, office junior and a family over from Donegal for a wake.
I’m the only one in to test the cask for local CAMRA.
OOH, a proper beer range.
Now, let’s be honest, you don’t think its going to be any good, do you. If it was, it would be in the GBG holding branch meetings and giving 50p CAMRA discount.
I lean over to see which of the Pedi pumps has been used, and then vigorously point at the middle wicket. The barmaid takes the hint.
No Burton “snatch”, but it was OK, it was OK, as Kevin Rowland famously sang in ’85. NBSS 2.5.
Good enough to wash down your overstuffed plate of carbs, anyway.
Two of the mourners started to sing “If You’re Happy And You Know It“, which is the sort of thing that I thought only happened in BRAPA stories.
I was so happy I ordered Mrs RM a slice of chocolate fudge cake.
Sadly for her, she was working next door and I HAD to eat it myself.