A very quick post from the hinterlands of Walsall, because otherwise Walsall folk will think I don’t love them (no posts since 2015) and I really do.
Walsall is probably the best place in the Midlands to hide from the Brum Frankfurt Markets at the moment, though I’ll be honest and say Bloxwich wasn’t at its best during an out-of-character downpour.
No time for the legendary Tinkie’s (the Turf Tavern) as I snatched a half at the new Spoons in this hardworking (euphemism) town.
Yes, my heart sinks a bit at every new Spoons in the Guide. But it’s always fascinating to test the “Spoons has given up on cask” hypothesis.
That’s a decent line-up. Four you’ve heard of, two you haven’t but one of those named after the national TV show of the Midlands.
“There you go my man” says a young barman seeming keener to serve me a half of Peaky Blinders on a wet Wednesday in Walsall than I am to drink it.
I’m warming to Spoons enthusiasm; I might yet quite the App habit.
It’s a decent half (NBSS 3) for the price of a bag of crisps in Brunning & Price, with some lovely circus theming upstairs.
And it’s packed, on a wet Wednesday in Walsall. Folks in pashminas and HiVis jackets huddle together to escape the cold (not literally).
Spoons, eh ? You’ll miss them when they’ve gone.