Coalbrookdale Inn

31/08/2026

31/08/2026

☀️🍕🎧 END OF SUMMER… WELL, IT CERTAINLY TRIED. 🥩🥃

A massive thank you to everyone who joined us yesterday — whether you came for the pizza, the tunes, the Meat Raffle, or sensibly committed to all three. 👏🍻

At 5pm, “End of Summer” was looking less like an event name and more like an official weather warning. For a brief moment we genuinely thought Noah might arrive looking for somewhere to park the ark. 🌧️🛶

But the skies cleared, the beer flowed, the pizzas disappeared and DJ Ryan Entertainment absolutely delivered with the end-of-summer tunes and club classics. 🎧🔥

Then came the Meat Raffle… and once again, dignity was optional.

Congratulations to our winners and commiserations to everyone who handed over perfectly good money just to watch somebody else leave carrying their tea. 🥩

Little Karen had the chance at THE BOX… but bottled it and clung onto her meat. 😬

That left the door wide open for John and Robyn, who swooped in and walked away with a lovely bottle of Hennessy. 🥃🏆

Karen went home with meat.

John and Robyn went home with cognac.

History will decide who made the correct financial decision.

Keep your eyes peeled because the September events are coming very soon…

🧀 Feeling Cheesy, anyone? 👀

And finally, following last night’s festivities, we have just one outstanding matter…

🧥 HAS ANYONE SEEN JOFF OR HIS COAT? 😜

Real flavour. Real people. Right here at the Dale.

30/08/2026

☀️🍕 TONIGHT AT THE DALE — FROM 5PM! 🍕🎶

End of Summer Party kicks off from 5pm — pizza, tunes, pints and one last chance to give summer the send-off it probably it kinda deserves. 🍺🕺

🥩 AND YES… THE MEAT RAFFLE IS STILL ON AT 7PM.
Nothing — not DJs, pizza, weather nor basic human dignity — gets between The Dale and raffling off raw meat on a Sunday.

£1 a ticket | £5 a strip | Anthony’s of Wellington | THE BOX 📦

Party from 5. Meat-based gambling from 7.
What a time to be alive.

Real flavour. Real people. Right here at the Dale.

27/08/2026

☔🍕 END OF SUMMER PARTY — THIS SUNDAY! 🎧🍻

Apparently the weather forecast is suggesting a serious amount of rain.

Lovely. Very British. 🇬🇧

But come rain, biblical rain or weather normally requiring Noah and a risk assessment — IT’S HAPPENING. 😂

And there is one considerable advantage to putting a pub halfway up a massive hill: WE CAN’T FLOOD.

If the Severn reaches us, Telford has considerably bigger problems than whether Ryan’s remembered Freed From Desire.

So… THIS SUNDAY from 5pm:

🍕 The Pizza Post are back firing out proper pizzas
🎧 DJ Ryan / Spectrum Entertainment bringing the tunes and club classics
🍺 The Dale keeping the beer flowing
🕺 And judging by the pictures from last year, several perfectly respectable adults gradually losing all dignity as darkness falls.

Last year was an absolute belter — pizza flying out, pub rammed, lasers going, questionable dancing and people discovering that four pints apparently qualifies them as a professional backing dancer.

And we’re doing it all again.

🌧️ Raining? Pub.
🌧️ Still raining? Pizza.
🌧️ Absolutely hammering down? Another pint.
🌊 Ironbridge underwater? We’re on a hill.

It’s Bank Holiday Sunday. Summer might be clocking off, but The Dale certainly isn’t.

SUNDAY • FROM 5PM • PIZZA • DJ • BEER • BANTER

See you at the top of the hill. 🍕🍻🎧

Real flavour. Real people. Right here at the Dale.

25/08/2026

🎻🍕🎧 FROM FOLK CLUB TO FOLK OFF… IT’S A BIG WEEK AT THE DALE.

🪕 THURSDAY — FOLK CLUB — 8PM

The first rule of Folk Club: you DO NOT stop talking about Folk Club.

Live folk, 7 real ales and more strings than a Victorian corset.

Brad Pitt was unavailable, so we’ve replaced him with someone who actually knows what a mandolin is.

Musicians welcome. Singers welcome. Listeners welcome.
Tambourines will be assessed on a case-by-case basis.

Then Sunday we abandon centuries of musical tradition completely…

☀️🍕🎧 SUNDAY 30TH — END OF SUMMER PARTY

Pizza 5–9pm, with DJ Ryan from Spectrum Entertainment spinning the decks — and apparently we now mean that literally, because his turntables have become two Margheritas.

Expect summer tunes, club classics and Ryan attempting the world’s first seamless transition from Joe Dolce’s “Shaddap You Face” into something Ibiza would actually admit happened.

And at 7PM — THE MEAT RAFFLE. 🥩

Nothing screams summer club night quite like everyone throwing their hands in the air before the music stops and somebody shouts:

“NUMBER 47… BELLY PORK!”

It’s basically Ibiza Rocks, if Ibiza was halfway up a hill in Coalbrookdale and the VIP package included sausages.

🎻 THURSDAY 8PM — FOLK CLUB
🍕 SUNDAY 30TH — PIZZA 5–9PM
🎧 DJ RYAN — SUMMER & CLUB CLASSICS
🥩 MEAT RAFFLE — 7PM

From fiddles to pizza decks in 72 hours.

Nobody can accuse The Dale of having a sensible business plan.

Real flavour. Real people. Right here at the Dale.

25/08/2026

23/08/2026

🥩 MEAT RAFFLE: NORMAL SERVICE HAS BEEN RESUMED. UNFORTUNATELY. 🥩

Well… word is definitely getting out.

Another cracking crowd joined us for 30 minutes of organised meat-based gambling, proving once again that civilisation peaked when somebody put a strip of raffle tickets next to a tray of sausages.

Massive thanks to everyone who joined us, congratulations to the winners and commiserations to the losers — particularly those who watched a dog win twice.

Because after last week’s wobble, Glyn is BACK.

🏆 TWO WINS.

One week he couldn’t win a cocktail sausage in a butcher’s. This week he’s strutting around like the Jeff Bezos of poultry. The fallen Meat Raffle God has risen again.
Yeah yeah yeah.

Then there’s Little Karen, once again leaving with a prize. At this rate we’re going to have to start checking her handbag for pre-selected tickets. Tiny woman. Enormous meat-raffle record. Pound-for-pound possibly the most dangerous competitor in Shropshire.

🐶 Dexter the St Bernard also won TWICE.

A dog.

No opposable thumbs.
No understanding of numbers.
Almost certainly didn’t bring his own £2.

Yet somehow Dexter has now developed a better Meat Raffle strategy than most of the regulars.

Ray must be absolutely furious. Dexter’s got even fewer usable fingers than he has and he’s still cleaning up.

🥓 Barmaid Beth won some lovely short-back bacon, which seems strangely appropriate considering she recently had what appears to be the map to dry land from Waterworld tattooed across her back.

Nobody asked her to. Nobody knows why.

Somewhere, Kevin Costner has just woken up in a cold sweat.

And finally… Graham met THE BOX.

He had a beautiful piece of belly pork from Anthony’s of Wellington in his hands.

Proper meat. Guaranteed dinner. A sensible man walks away.

Graham is not that man. He gambled the lot.

The Box opened…

🍜 FIVE POT NOODLES.

Including a Bombay Bad Boy.

From belly pork to boiling a kettle in approximately six seconds.

Not quite Ham and peas pudding, Graham, but congratulations — you’ve basically won custody of a university student’s kitchen cupboard.

Apparently that’s tea sorted for the week.
Sarah’s face suggested otherwise.

😂😂😂

Thank you again to everyone who keeps turning up and making this increasingly ridiculous Sunday tradition what it is.

And NEXT SUNDAY — 7PM we go again…

Except this time it lands right in the middle of our END OF SUMMER PARTY.

🍕 Pizza van
🎧 DJ Ryan from Spectrum Entertainment
🥩 Anthony’s finest
🎟️ £1 a ticket / £5 a strip
📦 THE BOX
🐶 Apparently dogs now considered serious opposition
🏆 And Glyn attempting the completely unprecedented achievement of being consistent for two consecutive weeks.

Pizza. Music. Meat. Questionable gambling decisions.

Next Sunday’s Meat Raffle could be the sort of event future generations learn about at school.

Real flavour. Real people. Right here at the Dale.