No, not that Blackheath. The one in the West Midlands with the identity crisis.
Blackheath is a town in Rowley Regis area of Sandwell, says Wiki. Got big capital letters and all, so it must be a proper place. Bet the residents support West Brom.
I’ve been to a couple of pubs on the A4034 from our Oldbury hotel, but WhatPub tells a grim story these days (unless you believe that slow-moving cask is the enemy of the people and should be removed).
Thank Goodness for the Conservative Club, eh ?
Things pick up in the typical Black Country town centre,
the Wednesbury of the south, home to tanning shops, camping stores and bargain booze outlets.
And an Art Deco library where I spend 20 minutes looking at pictures of old West Bromwich (don’t ask).
Sadly my chance of a second ever Carling is scuppered by typical micro opening hours.
The only Guide entry is a Spoons, of course.
Which one did I have ?
It’s already packed at noon, and gentlefolk are happily moving tables around in that way old people do when reading out the menu gets boring. I’d offer to help them, but I’d probably do my back in.
I have a fair-to-middling view of the action.
One chap rattles a tine marked “Grumpy Old Man Tin“, the two next to me argue whether it’s ClanDudNo or ClanDidNo, but mainly it’s just pensioners eating fish and chips. Or just chips.
Gotta Love Spoons.