33 years ago my husband and I honeymooned in Bewdley and stayed at The Black Boy. All was well then . . . We have returned several times and each time we have noticed a deterioration in the surroundings. We popped in for a drink Friday, but we had decided to stay elsewhere this time. The barmaid was cosied up in front of the fire but immediately got up as we went in. I asked for a dissarono, but was told there was none.... Second choice was southern comfort, there was none... So I plumped for a glass of red wine. My husband's choice of HPA looked like dishwater. Once she had served us she resumed her position by the fire, whilst we shivered in another corner of the bar as there appeared to be no other heating. It wasn't until the boss told her to get back to work that we could get anywhere near the fire. I feel sorry for the BB, it is definitely going down and down. It needs some TLC from someone who cares, I just wish I could do it.
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