The Prince of Wales

Walk into the Prince of Wales and you'll immediately clock it's the sort of place where regulars have their own stools and the bar staff remember what you drink. It's Cambridge Street through and through—proper old-school Birmingham, none of the faffing about. You're getting solid ale, decent lager, and the kind of pub food that doesn't pretend to be anything fancy but hits the spot when you need it. The crowd's mixed—suits ducking in after work, locals who've been coming for years, students from nearby. It's got that lived-in warmth that comes from doing one thing well and not overthinking it.