In a small tribute to Peter I took a wander from Cadbury World to Maggie’s Munchies before the hearse set off from the legendary Bournville Cafe*.
I haven’t been to Cadbury World land since nearly overdosing on molten chocolate a decade ago, and I’d forgotten how gorgeous the area is.
Top Tip : Don’t stand HERE while cars are coming through the bridge
over under the canal.
Some cracking civic buildings round here,
but of course you’re here for the shop fronts, aren’t you ?
“Fish Sauce Is Not For Everyone“, says Maggie’s Munchies, brooking no argument.
Pershore Road (aka A441) really is a gorgeous neighbourhood, comparable to my own Walkley, or Cambridge’s Mill Road, or eastern Ramsgate. It’s packed with ethnic eateries, essential ephemera (?) and plain weirdness. It’s no wonder Peter never saw the need to leave Brum after moving from Scunthorpe.
Two must-see pubs, neither of which I visited yesterday. The Wildcat is the craft bar in the GBG,
and the British Oak was, and might be again, once that puddle evaporates and it’s safe to go to the door.
I suspect I’ll be back in Stirchley, probably at an improbable hour as there’s two breweries hereabouts (see map) and breweries conceive brewery taps with daft opening hours.
*So famous there’s a scale model of it, the exemplar Edwardian corner caff.
Thanks to Bournville Cafe for their hospitality.