The Old Wharf Inn, Stourbridge

I feel like I’m on one of those generational runs at the moment, like Phil Taylor, the last four Beatles albums, Blackadder, Man Utd in the early nineties, and the John Lewis Christmas ads. Where I can do no wrong with what’s for dinner, where every meal is a great meal and there is not a dud in sight. Maybe it’s luck, or maybe it’s a conscious choice to spend my money more wisely. The want to get to every new opening is waning; the need to get to everything first is gone. There are ones I’ll get to out of curiosity in due time; Samo, Joey’s Smokehouse, the Vietnamese restaurant that Trung told me about, and the Greek in Moseley, but do I need to go Sticks’n’Sushi, F1 Arcade, and the like to drop a ton telling you that it isn’t very good? I suppose I should. Maybe you can just take this as a forewarning and we’ll all move on with our lives. We had an inkling that the Old Wharf Inn was going to be great, though maybe not as great as it turned out to be. The signs are all there; the…