First pub of the evening, and last of my six Dumfries ticks, was the New Bazaar. No idea why I left this ’till last (yes I do, Mrs RM wouldn’t have gone in it with me).
The riverside was all mine.
On the riverfront, but not your typical riverfront pub, the New Bazaar was a sticky joy.
Matthew Lawrenson will have something to say about the font, which reminded me of the Crescent in Salford (RIP). The streets behind the pub reminded me of something I saw in London Dungeon once*.
As you can tell by the Miller‘s livery, this is a Proper Workingman’s Pub. The last time I saw Miller on a GBG pub was the Piper in Kettering, which is a pub everyone ought to visit once.
The beer choice was (from memory) Theakston and Landlord. Only go for Landlord if you’re really sure about it.
One of those pubs where you’re the only one not sitting at the bar, I plonked down at the table along the wall and pretended to watch the Sweden v Germany match. Sweden scored, somehow. No-one noticed.
The Theakston was better than good (NBSS 3+), but served in a sticky McEwans glass reserved for real ale scum. I love that attention to detail.
This is the main Queen of the South FC pub, as you can tell by this impressive display in the smoking hut.
Back in the pub something had animated the bar, perhaps a BetFred advert at half-time.
In the side room, a group of young lads were rehearsing for their free gig later that night. Their rendition of “Echo Beach” was all muffins, no Martha.
“F*****g ‘Orrible” said the oldest Old Boy,not a fan of ’80s Canadian power pop.
I didn’t want to leave, but I really needed to get back to Mrs RM with chocolate and Brew Dog. But not yet.
*I was commandeered by the lady with the cut throat razor in the (old) London Dungeon once and had to scream. I didn’t need to pretend.