I found this to be one of the
strangest pubs that I’d ever been in. As soon as you walk through the door, the
sight of wood hits you. There’s not a single hop in sight. The bar’s right in
front of you as if it’s a legal requirement to purchase a drink before
proceeding any further. There’s a small
snug room by the window and to the left there’s a larger room with plenty of
tables to sit and socialise akin to a German Beer Hall. Then there’s the
garden. It’s a great big space with a few tables and umbrellas, and there’s
also furniture on the patio itself. But we were there for a beer festival. A small
marquee had been set up to host the beers, but the licensee seemed to struggle
to find anyone to serve them. Eventually things got going and we found that the
beer wasn’t brilliant, so we decided to move on and explore Harborne some more.
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