Anderson’s Bar & Grill: no gnawing doubts
Yabba dabba doo. Iron me my bearskin tunic. Pass me my club. Empty the pet dinosaur’s litter tray. I suddenly became Fred Flintstone when…
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The Stable: such boaring puns
The marketing wizards of the pizza, pie and cider chain The Stable no doubt had a meeting at which they decided how best to…
Original Patty Men: No burgering about…go!
Here’s a really dull intro to a restaurant review – a set of directions. But there’s a reason. The newly-opened Original Patty Men restaurant…
Bar Opus: An escape from Birmingham’s German Market
There are, of course, a great many things that are worse than Christmas shopping – chief amongst them Christmas shopping when Birmingham’s imbecilic ‘German’…