Weird name, great place.
I’d be wanting to visit the famous “Goth” since it was refurbished a few years back, and really ought to have done it from Musselburgh last year. But it pops in and out of the Beer Guide, and I just forgot (you’ll be amazed to know).
There’s some gorgeous houses by the station, and in the absence of a waiting area some good brewerania too.
Prestonpans is, if I’m fair, the less glamorous sibling of Musselburgh and North Berwick, but makes up for lack of sand with energetic art and some craggy, smelly rocks.
The Goth dominates the village strung out along the High Street, though it may not be clear why from the outside.
Inside all is revealed. There’s more to stare at here here than in your average National Trust pile in Devon. Read Duncan’s post on Gothenburgs to find out more.
From Mackintosh clock,
to classic bench seating, it’s stunning but still functional.
But stuff all that. It’s a pub for the whole village, and like the nearby Dean it was incredibly pubby, particularly for a Scottish village. You’d think they’d need a big food trade to heat a place like this, but you wouldn’t know it. All the custom early afternoon was OAP drinkers and a few other curious visitors.
I was expecting to be let down by a cheap and potent homebrew, but in the best customs of Helston’s Blue Anchor, it was tremendous. I wouldn’t have known it was homebrew.
Go to marvel, go for the beer, go for a pub at the heart of the community.
Oh, and bye bye Lothians…