Public house

The Slag & Slurry

Foundry End

A corner shop unit that became a pub and never looked back. Three floors of it, with an iron-bracket hanging sign outside that swings on the actual wind — and in a storm gets over to fourteen degrees, which is the sort of detail you only notice once and then cannot stop noticing.

Four house cask ales on the hand pumps: Oakhaven Best Bitter, Slurry Stout, Pit Pony Porter and Midland Mild. Twenty drinks on the menu altogether, two pounds fifteen to five twenty-five, and if you were daft enough to buy one of everything it would cost you seventy-eight ninety-five.

Charlotte keeps the bar and will not serve you out of turn, however long you stand there looking hopeful. Samantha sings from seven. Edward is in his chair from open until close and has eleven subjects he will talk to you about, in three different moods each, depending on how the day has gone.

The gents is fifty-three metres from the bar through the upstairs corridors, and there are exactly two signs to help you. The cellar holds twelve fifty-kilo kegs, and you can carry them.

• Twenty drinks, £2.15 – £5.25
• Live singer from 19:00
• 53.6 m from the bar to the gents