Stupid slates, wonky wheelbarrows and barmy boards
It is difficult to imagine who, other than a midget gardener, would want a miniature watering can. Yet I, admittedly of restricted height but…
Opinion
Bring back the Birmingham’s wine bars!
In a city dominated by pubs serving the likes of Watney’s Red Barrel and Double Diamond, wine bars provided a taste of the exotic….
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…
Old Moseley Arms: all ale good curry and beer
There are cravings that are sometimes incompatible. Watching Birmingham City and having a life untouched by disappointment, for instance. Being a Villa fan and…
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…
Mr White’s English Chophouse: hit me with a fish
Given the choice between hitting myself repeatedly over the head with a large frozen haddock and returning to eat at the ludicrously-named Mr White’s…
Kababish: an old friend that should be celebrated
Not a review – more a reflection on an old friend that has survived changing times. For I’ve been eating at Kababish in Woodbridge…
Welcome
Welcome to my new website and thanks for visiting. It’s hard to stop a greedy man eating, difficult to stop a thirsty guy drinking…