OK, OK, it’s really Hanley, but it’s slotted under a Stoke sub-heading in the GBG and that’s what counts.
In 2014 we stayed in the Hanley Premier Inn and I walked to Newcastle-Under-Lyme to save the bus fare, so the mile from Stoke Station was a doddle.
Hanley doesn’t have the greatest of reputations, despite some recent refurbihments.
Look closely behind the Christmas tree and you’ll spot the “Escape Stoke” Rooms, a personalised service that guides you to safer ground (somewhere near Stone, I believe).
But give me Stoke-on-Trent over Stratford-on-Avon, any day. Proper footballers,
Proper weird art.
but his quality control was slipping by the time he reached the Woodman (note the Bass glass in his pic though, lucky sod).
I loved this place,
and not just because even though I missed out on the chance to win Kevin the Carrot.
A rare outing for this ’80s “classic”,
which I thought was Hot Chocolate on first hearing.
What a gorgeous pub, like a Black Country Ales conversion.
A few too many beers, continuing the Black Country them, but some corkers there.
And some corking conversation to enliven a £3 pint of Burton Bridge, mostly about more vegetables.
“We’ve got onions“
You had to be there.
A quiet night, but a mixed crowd, and plenty of chat if you wanted it.
In truth, the beer was decent but short of a little turnover, but it was a Monday night, and I can forgive the Woodman that as the lovely atmosphere compensated.
And anywhere that plays Frightened Rabbit’s Christmas song is OK with me.
Hopefully it’s doing a roaring trade on Black Eye Friday, or whatever Stoke calls the busiest night of the year.