This past week saw a long overdue visit to Mad O’Rourkes Pie Factory in Tipton. Long overdue.
Embarrassingly I haven’t been there in several years. The last visit was to introduce my Brummie ex boyfriend and his family to the Black Country, and I was served by another past love (short fling). Maybe I was so traumatised by this and have ever since identified Desperate Dan pies with the shortcomings of my love life. Maybe I’ve just been lazy at returning. I grew up down the road from there and at one time regularly frequented it. The parents still live down the road from there, so there’s no excuse at all really.
The peace of the Pie Cathedral was shattered by a gaggle of us lovely wenches celebrating my friend’s work hen do. I prepared myself for my confession: ‘in the name of the gods of beer and pies, dear Pie Factory, it has been several years since my last visit and I seek forgiveness for this great sin.’
Welcomed back into the fold, I enjoyed reminiscing about previous visits and reacquainting myself with the visual delights that are all around.
Eager to reacquaint myself with Lumphammer (Brough’s Brewery), I chose their Red IPA which was mighty tasty and served in a traditional dimpled beer glass which I have to admit I do love.
Rehydrated with fine ale it was almost time for the main event: Pies! Not a hint of your five a day here, I mean who needs to clutter up a plate with vegetables? Simply pie and chips, the food of the gods. Oh and they wor arf bostin. Better than I remember. And, those chips, those battered chips. I’m drooling just thinking of them. Is there a finer thing than pie, chips and beer? I’m not sure there is.
I’m glad I didn’t attempt the Desperate Dan pie. I was stuffed after my Hen Pecked chicken one. Even better, because of their great mid-week deal (two pies for one), that little lot cost us roughly £5 each. A bargain for bostin fittle! Great to see that they locally source their produce as well. Check out the menus below!
The place certainly started to fill up with happy pie eaters and I can certainly see why, especially with that deal.
There was just enough time for us to make the hen meet Desperate Dan, although we refrained from asking her to get in the bath.
And once outside we all got rather excited admiring some very fine machines. Thanks to the Stray Dog who – under our persuasive gaze and fluttering eyelashes – allowed our happy hen a go on his Harley. What a gent!
So, dear Pie Factory, my next visit will not be so long forthcoming. You have good beer, good pies, good chips and maybe, on occasion, a throbbing machine between the thighs. Well that’s Tipton for you. Ooh err missus!