A less mature review than myself would take this opportunity to make a
"cocks" joke here. But I'm going to rise above the opportunity (tempting
though it is) so readers of all ages can enjoy this review, assuming it
makes it through your internet filth filter.
Speaking as someone who's more hobo than boho I'm rarely to be found in
the arty surroundings of Moseley, preferring the more gritty urban area
where I live and spend most of my drinking time.
It's cosy inside with comfy chairs, wandering rooms and passageways and
lovely little romantic candles (the last detail a bit wasted on me to be
honest).
Unfortunately there's not a ecent ale selection to go with the fancy
decor, just Bombardier and London Pride, so I stick to something
continental and strong that makes my head hurt.
Just a shortie, this one, but should have a spate of pubs to review coming
up, because I'm off on a mild pub crawl round the Black Country tonight
with a work contact. Many updates to come, if I survive.