Rain stopped play at Edgbaston? Soaked? England skittled for 50? Feel like meeting an Ashes-hunting Aussie? The Old Mo (not to be confused with Eastenders' Big Mo) is the place.
That said, it would be unfair to suggest its worth emerges only in cricketing crises. The Old Mo is in fact a smashing, vintage, quintessentially British boozer that belies its tucked-away location. So much so, cricket at nearby WCC can often seem an afterthought. Howzat?
The bar itself is the biggest pull, although the 'vintage' label does it disservice. It perhaps implies a self-conscious affectation when really, it's the result of loving preservation. It's not too hard to imagine Trevor Howard here, having a stiff drink, after a brief encounter. Surely, people once said over a mild 'it'll all be over by Christmas'.
Too often a corker of a bar can be undone by an incongruous lounge. But here there's a natural flow between the two, both visually and in vibe. Okay, the lounge has enough hint of the present day to cause a pang of disappointment, but there are enough fixtures and fittings to cheer you up. And yet none of it is knowing. There's no one here, iPad balanced on a quiff, pretending to read the Racing Post. Little wonder, then, a friend recently told me he'd met a traditional pub nut who'd flown from America just to visit the venue (and, admittedly, its peers The Black Eagle and Lord Clifden).
A surprisingly killer juke box, plus homemade curries and a projector screen for sports, also separate the men from the boys... perhaps in every sense. You see, I can't quite imagine it being everyone's cup of tea. Those under 25 in need of a change might wonder what they've walked into. But those who can appreciate a little friendly miracle amid the chain pubs will feel right at home. If you can somehow imagine a projector screen done as 'broadsheet', rather than the 'tabloid', you've caught on to its true nature. It's the Old Mo, but it's far from old hat. read more