Eating all the Tipton Pies

DATE: FRIDAY 15/04/05 (the Wife's birthday)

PLACE: The Tipton Pie Factory, Hurst Lane, Tipton

The Pie Factory is a strange, original, bizarre little creature located off a main road in deepest darkest Tipton. On entering the first thing you notice is the barrels, the pigs heads(not real, so calm down don't use all your energy up you silly weak little veggies) and the sawdust on the floor which seems to get more and more on every visit. The place has a very rustic feel, the tables mostly look like something may have been recently slaughtered on them.

Also the Pie Factory is an Irish pub that doesn't flaunt it, under the Mad O'Rourkes banner you are guaranteed a decent pint of Guiness on every visit. Anyway that's enough of the yacking, down to the pies!!!!

First the Cow pie arrived in front of my big sister Kathy, currently eating for two, with two horns sticking out of it Desperate Dan styley. A full meal in a pie, potatoes, Steak, Kidney and veg suffice to say much was left and Kath and her impending child were left fully fed and sweaty. Also liitle sister Helen, currently doing the Chacha slide in Menorca, had ordered a rack of ribs, what arrived looked more like a fat dead piglet but no one complained. Add all this to the Wife's mixed grill being served on a Shovel, which was surprisingly clean, and the food was top notch, although there is no diet option and the staff would probably slap or laugh at you if you asked for one!

A good night out which on weekends at the Pie Factory is rounded off by Local caberet which this week came from the one and only Tom Jones!!! or a guy who looked more like Nick Knowles(DIY SOS) with a bloody booming voice personally i didn't know Tom Jones did Amarillo but took great pleasure in marching back and forth to it with the barmaid and the chef.

All in all a great night out in an original place, unlike the Frankie and Benny of this world, that you could only find tucked around a dark corner in the Black Country.