The Black Horse, Wednesbury - pub details
Address: Old Park Road, Wednesbury, West Midlands, WS10 9JE [map] [gmap]
Tel: 0871 951 1000 (ref 40257) - calls cost 10p per minute plus network extras
Bescot Stadium (1.6 miles), Walsall (2.4 miles), Tame Bridge Parkway (2.4 miles)
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> Current user rating: 7.8/10 (rated by 4 users)
other pubs nearby:
Scott Arms, Wednesbury (0.2 miles), Cottage Spring, Wednesbury (0.3 miles), Forge Tavern, Wednesbury (0.3 miles), Prince of Wales, Darlaston (0.3 miles), Horse and Jockey, Darlaston (0.3 miles) - see more nearby pubs
user reviews of the Black Horse, Wednesbury
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| i always enjoyed a few after work pints in this fine establishment ,but this evening was to be different ...an unfamiliar face caught my eye..the face of a veeeer fat an veer smelly younge fellow who was returning from the bar ,his arms crammed with various snacks including "pikki-yegs"..rots and supa- crunches .he returned to his red velvette snug and lay his new acquisitions next to the "fruits de la mer' he had bought only moments ago from a chap in a white coat carrying a wicker basket "...COR!!..SLURP..hee ,hee,hee.."he chortled to himself, and set about "gunching"the various foodstuffs on the small round table in front of him ,. stopping only to take deep swigs from the 9 pints of brown cloudy ale crammed along with the snacks... The whole spectacle lasted only minuets but seemed like hours as a deep satisfying belch broke my hypnotised state and the younge fellow rose to his feet and walked across the crowded room and emptied the massive contents of his stomach onto the nearby pool table and then proceeded in front of the horrified patrons to roll about on the green baize calling out ..."look at me Mr Chafaker! ..Im a little chicken,Im a little chicken!" Thank goodness some one had called some of our local bobbies before the situation could get really bad, and the poor fellow was escorted off the premises and bundled into the back of a black maria with the help of a well executed blow to his 'caaarn livva"from one of the shifty eyed officers...oh it was a shluvly night. nosferatiattu - 12 Aug 2014 12:57 |
| From the moment I entered the Black Horse public house, I knew that I was in for a great evening of drunken entertainment.. With an array of "Good Ole" Black Country beers, ales, lagers, and ciders on offer, along with the purfick bar snack immaginable. Which included KVE rots, planters peanuts with the unforgetable botty belch flaerver, Cream crackers with a dairy lee cheese slice and silverskin sweet pickled onions... mmmm heaven is nigh... As i was trying out the various drinks, i noticed that they also sold the one and only "Barley Wine" and as the infamous saying goes, "Size is no guarantee of strength" i kiddy laughed to myself knowing that i would be ending up on the "Old Maids" (not to be confused with the old maids fun card game that could be purchased from any good newsagent of the early 1970s)..... the night was young and the breww XI was going down nicely... I noticed that the seating of the hostelry was covered in a beatiful red crushed velour fabric which only added to the thought of me wanting to get even more "Elephants Trunk" and no, not Mr. Stuart Fowlers nether regions.... so the witching hour was upon me... time to get on the big guns... So as I went to the bar gingerly, i nervousley asked for a can of Barley Wine, and even though i was 19yrs of age, the Burly pub landlord looked at me somewhat bemused as to why a verrr fat verrr smelly greazy yewth wanted to drink such a potent drink at 7 45 in the evening... and to be quite honest...i wish that i hadnt, as after a futher three cans of the stuff, my stomach juices started to swirl and i ended up wretchin my entire contents of beer filled fuel all over the pub pool table.... and as everyone in the pub was looking at me in sheer horror, it was only then that i noticed that there was the pub league pool table final to be held there tonight on the said table... and as the pub landlord filled the air with what i xcan only describe as language that i didnt even know about.... yewsh yewsh yewsh indeed.... buckramstimulus - 30 Jul 2014 09:21 |
| hey..so was on the way to the ":golden cup'' as recommended by mr p.daley( who had the voice of a man with 40 a day habit at the age of about 6).'.arrr the golden cup..aar the golden cup.the golden cup'..he recommended ...but dropped into this place when i found out the afore mentioned burned to matchwood in 1986.. so i found the very affable bouncer in his slightly off-white shirt and dicky loved a good old christmas sing -song and we were soon belting out a a rousing rendition of the classic "bahh maah thuu-uummb....bah may thumb nother..bah may thumb nother.."but unfortuionatly our christmas cheer seemed to irritate a "bucks fizz singer '( not mike nolan , the other one)...and he asked us to "strap Up! yah cheeky melts!" as he couldn't hear a word his AndRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR(breath)RRRRRRRRRRRRRea was saying!!! So naturally, we pointed at him and sang "live it up" by "mental as anything" but this seemed to irritate him even more...So i left and did dione in an ally-way while a mongrel dog looked on,and my new found friend wrote "I LOVE YOU KERRY " in the yewsh snow. nosferatiattu - 25 Jul 2014 16:55 |
