BOING BOING, AFTERNOON BOOZING

My last Black Country tick in a whirlwind weekend was another of those Black Country Pubs I both love and loathe. Undoubtedly unpretentiously pubby, they sometimes spoil things by an excess of handpumps, particularly mid-week. And their excellent own beers seem neglected in favour of a long line of guests, neatly displayed on a big… Continue reading BOING BOING, AFTERNOON BOOZING

THE BROMWIC – TAKING CRAFT BEER TO THE BAGGIES

I’ve wrote about my exciting evenings out with auditors in the Black Country before.  Wolverhampton last month was an unexpected joy, and Walsall never disappoints (please don’t tell me Walsall isn’t Black Country, they sell faggots on the market). The breakthrough of craft beer in these traditional homes of boring brown bitter and mild was very… Continue reading THE BROMWIC – TAKING CRAFT BEER TO THE BAGGIES