Ye Olde Leathern Bottel, Wednesbury - pub details
Address: 40 Vicarage Road, Wednesbury, West Midlands, WS10 9DW [map] [gmap]
Tel: 0871 951 1000 (ref 13988) - calls cost 10p per minute plus network extras
Bescot Stadium (1.1 miles), Tame Bridge Parkway (1.7 miles), Walsall (2.3 miles)
Pub facilities/features:
- Food served, Real ale
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> Current user rating: 6.7/10 (rated by 16 users)
other pubs nearby:
Horse and Jockey, Wednesbury (0.1 miles), Rosehill Tavern, Wednesbury (0.2 miles), Cottage Inn, Wednesbury (0.3 miles), Bell Wether, Wednesbury (0.3 miles), Myvod, Wednesbury (0.4 miles) - see more nearby pubs
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| So...to the person trying to copy and re live the Hedy early Georgian days of the illustrious highway man Dick Turpin. Who from ancient records, did indeed reside at "Ye Olde Leathern Bottle" not only to frequent the hostelry, in order to quench his thirst on the Black Country Ale, but to indulge in feasting of local fine fittle. Please also remember that Dick's horse "Black Bess" would also be stabled at the premises, and as you are aware that the barn would have no doubt had fresh hay strewn around, which in the eyes of a randy drunken frustrated highway man of the early Georgian era, would have no doubt had saucy antics with a "Busty Young Wench" reminiscent of Sid James and Barbara Windsor in Carry on Henry etc etc. And from reading the history of young Dick. He certainly would have been standing to deliver, into that younge wench. As for the other famous musical smash hit from the 80s, "Prince Charming" whose lyrics appear to say "Donkey Weather Donkey Weather" when really they are don't you ever don't you ever....So it really does seem that in that era, there was a lot of horses, donkeys and certainly Dicks, in that period of British History. And its also great that it was in a pub that i have frequented in my yeweth. Likmartiggy - 29 Mar 2024 10:25 |
| A lot of websites, including CAMRA's, list this pub opening at midday. But at 2:30 on Friday, there was no sign of life. Luckily, the current opening times are listed on the window (why can't all pubs do this?). So, I knew to come back at 3:00. I returned to find it still closed. But, in the meantime, a local had put a window through. Seemingly a nice area! Inside is quite dark. There are 4 rooms. I couldn't quite work out how to get to the one at the front that seemingly had the most character. The 3 real ales were Butty Bach, Directors & Proper Job. None really appealed. But, I chose the Directors. Am surprised to see this pub in the current Good Beer Guide. blue_scrumpy - 25 Aug 2019 19:39 |
| Everything that can be said about this pub has been said many times. It should really be in a country village but a quirk of fate stuck it in Wednesbury, which means they can't get away with gastro-pub food or massively marked up wine and have to stick with what the market can stand. It therefore falls between the two stools of atmospheric restaurant and local pub. Not much choice of beer and a bit pricey for the area. It's okay for a once in a while visit but I wouldn't make a habit of using it. djw - 13 Nov 2016 12:02 |
| Upon checking the history books of the local area, I noticed that the notorious "Dandy Highway Man" of the seventeeth century Dick Turpin, Not to be confused with the Dandy Highwayman of the early 1980s Adam Ant. It was also said that Mr. Turpin used to enjoy his stays at the hostelry and amongst some of the loveable rogues antics was a case of eating a chicken drumstick that he had just ripped from the carcase of a "Little Chicken" and again not to be confused with the saying from the great Hussain Chaffaker who could easily hit you with a piece of chalk thrown from a hundred yards across the classroom. Mr. Turpin's christian name "Dick" was very fitting for the man as it was often rumoured that upon his arrival to the olde coaching inn he would surely be drinking copious amounts ale from a pewter tankard and sinking drinking songs with the gentry from the town of Wednesbury or"Wodensbourgh" as it was often reffered to in anglo saxon times. Dick, after drinking many ales would frequently stagger to his sleeping quarters followed closely by one or two busty flaxen haired younge wenches for a night of ill repute and sorid activities. I would just like to add that unfortunately it wasnt like that when I visited the hostelry to re-enact tha famous heady days of the "Dandy Highwayman" Dick Turpin. My encounter was a pint of mild in a glass, a packet of dry roast peanuts followed by a bag of Yampi Fries. And after drinking several pints of the local Black Country Grog, the heavily built lady that was serving from behind the bar suddenly started to look more appealing.. just as i thought my luck was in, and perhaps i would be following in the footsteps of the Highway man rogue, i started to feel a little dizzy and had to rush into the gents where i continued to vomit into the cold white porcelain bowl. buckramstimulus - 20 Jul 2014 09:00 |
| an intresting name and such a coincidence that i have up for sale ..'ye olde rubber Galen mask" which i nicked off a very dear friend many years ago whilst passing through his garden en route to the 'lokkies"...the mask is in 'Pre-loved condition"(well it was certainly pre-loved by him")..any way any expressions of interest look for me(i am the B.F.G pumping wads of cash into the fruit machine most days of the week. nosferatiattu - 20 Jul 2014 05:42 |
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