If you remember part 1 (which I wrote sometime towards the end of 2021 which was like, SO last year), you'd know that the first three pubs I'd visited on that fateful pre-Christmas Saturday were fantastic, probably best described in 1960's Batman terms.
First we had the Bull's Head at Polesworth (THWACK!), then we had the Tamworth Tap (KABLAM!) and then we had the Three Horseshoes at Fazeley (POW!)
The BRAPA cynic in me predicted that such pub fortune couldn't last. And the BRAPA cynic in me would sadly be correct.
Not that I was feeling pessimistic walking into pub 4, and Daddy BRAPA actually skipped with the wide-eyed optimism of a spring lamb in the suckling season. But maybe it should've been a pig, Tamworth is famous for our little porcine snout snufflers after all, oh and the police. I wonder if that's where the derogatory terms 'pig' comes from?