The Goose

The goose! So bad it’s good. Had a great time with the ‘locals’ and wouldn’t of been the memorable night it was with out going to the goose.

I have to admit, this is not my usual pub of choice. When you walk in it has that typical old working mens club vibe… and smell!
If you’re looking for a cheap pub tthen this is for you although there are other ones in the area that would be nicer inside.
Overall it could do with a refurb or perhaps be knocked down! Neither the staff working there or the people drinking there appeared to be particularly friendly. I won’t be returning ever again.

I’m afraid my review is in the tone of the two previous reviews. The Goose is a very sorry establishment, full of worthy subjects to create a background of misery, suffering and drunkenness for a nihilistic, Dostoevskyian novel.
I don’t take pleasure in saying this, but it is a painful sight seeing a dilapidated Kings Heath pub full of ageing people progressively intoxicating themselves as the days pass by. I can’t really comment on why they do this, but I can speculate that life hasn’t been an easy affair for them.
It provides a valuable place for these people to go and find meaning in human connection, or becoming acquainted with many empty pint glasses, I suppose.
I hope I will never have a reason to go to the Goose. It’s a sorry sight, but to some degree it is providing something worthwhile, even if it is a cause riddled with sorrow.

I came in here for an early breakfast a couple of days ago. I sat down to the Lion King soundtrack blaring in the background. By the time ‘The Circle of Life’ had finished I was ready to end mine.
The breakfast was cold and the plate was chipped and smeared with grease, my extra portion of black pudding looked like a brain tumor. The yolk in my egg was yellow like the poor old souls’ teeth that sat adjacent to me. The décor was dirty brown, and tanned by nicotine from the time we could smoke in pubs.
It wasn’t the food though, I was here at 9am and the patrons were drinking in full force.
If ever you want to give up alcohol because you have a problem or for health reasons, then instead of the 12 steps I would recommend spending a mornings hour in The Goose. The depths of human depravity that can be seen here are quite inspiring.
If you have given up on love, life and music then The Goose is perfect for you.

Full of the near-​dead, the unemployed and the very low-​waged, every face in here tells a sorry life story. In the weekdays, single old men stare out of the window onto the bird poo caked exterior paintwork wondering where it all went wrong. Puffy-​faced red-​nosed men in their fifties stumble out at 5pm staggering blind-​steamed drunk back to whereverland. On weekend nights women with bodies from Baywatch and faces from Crimewatch stand out the front smoking Mayfair cigarettes in their supermarket clothes. Men fresh out of prison are welcomed back to society with a round of pound-​shop priced drinks.
Does The Goose have any redeeming features? The prices of the food and the drinks are staggeringly low-​priced but the quality of the food ain’t great. You get what you pay for, so the old adage goes. I’ve no doubt that The Goose fulfills a role the community and it’s where some call home, but I wouldn’t even wait at the bus stop out side it.