Someone jumped to the view that I don’t like Scottish pubs after a recent post, which couldn’t be further from the truth. And Peebles may have a less than stellar Spoons but it has a classic pub in the Bridge (aka Trust)
I popped there after a macaroni pie in the High Street, a calorific indulgence for a quid. Mrs RM was horrified.
Tucked away between church and bridge, it looks like a great boozer.
Excitingly, it shared frontage with Franco’s Italian, which was closed, causing me major trauma at 12.05pm.
But then I heard laughter. And I saw life within.
A small pub with a multitude of drinking areas;
And great seating.
And some excellent jumpers (not Pringle) at the bar.
And some wonderful old handpumps above the bar,
Sadly no Dissy Blonde or Mansfield today, but they had Jarl, so that’s OK.
The beer was excellent, cool and chewy, but it was the people that made the Bridge stand out. “Rarely have I felt so welcome” say my notes.
The landlady brought over her foxglove and daisy soap for me to smell, which is something you don’t get to write every day.
A 60s soundtrack included “Daydream Believer” and “Fun Fun Fun“, which suited the pub perfectly.
I didn’t know this was Scottish Pub of the Year 2017, but it deserves every accolade it gets. Worth the trip to Peebles just for the banter.