I have to admit I didn’t immediately notice the nipple action. I was still salivating over the china dogs.
It’s really hard for Black Country pubs to improve on perfection, but serving bread and butter pudding is a noble effort.
Throwing your mate in at the deep end aren’t you?
Shouting ‘You can go your own way’ across the bar could be misconstrued as verbal abuse.
I threw caution to the wind and opted for the homemade sausage roll.