I had heard it was, but I don't go that way now only very rarely. It was the first pub I went into as a hmmmteen year old, trying to get a drink, and until I went in I always thought it would be a posh place, but was amazed to see sawdust on the bare bar floor and a rat scurry across from one side to the other. We used to call the Talbot, on the corner of Barnsley Rd, "Dirty Bet's" and was amazed to see that name actually displayed on it a few years ago!
That was an untidy place too, and we got banned from the 'Dog' on Hagley Rd West for pouring beer into the piano! Well the beer was awful!
My regular drinking place waas for a time the Shireland, at the Portland Rd /Shireland Rd (Birmingham/Smethwick) boundary, My uncle Holly (christian names Edison Halford - they don't have names like that now, do they!) had a draper's shop almost opposite, and as a youngster I used to watch from his shop window the no7 buses turn and become 5As to go back to town and to Perry Common (wherever that was, I used to think!) and the West Bromwich single deckers on the 252 go the other way to 'The Cape' and beyond, into the dark Black Country.
I remember as a youngster hearing stories of ships making the hazardous passage round the 'Cape of Good Hope' and thinking - dangerous? I could get a bus to there from Uncle Holly's shop! How small the world is to young eyes!