I’m back home after a couple of days finishing Durham‘s GBG entries (just wait for the Stockton post and the Tango p**s episode). On the upside, I now have my mouse back and can write longer posts. On the downside, it’s ten degrees hotter than in Stockton. Which is still fifteen degrees too hot.
On to the Spoons, so famous that Dumfries has named a statue after it.
The Bruce is imposing outside, ornate within, and the busiest pub of the day outside the Cavens Arms. Nearly all boozing trade, which says something about the Cavens.
There must be a few Spoons that aren’t in the Guide (outside the big cities), but not many. Unfortunately, as Tandleman has found, cask in Tim’s outlets can be unpredictable.
The so-called “long pull” between barrel and glass is a factor, but here it’s more about local disinterest in cask, even though as here it dominates the eyeline along the bar.
And to be honest, if you’d had the Otter Amber here (NBSS 2.5) you’d stick to Tennents or Punk IPA too. Mainly Strongbow Dark Fruits and wine in a bucket, actually.
Still, it got shot of another Spoons voucher. Mrs RM had the dry roasted. I’d love to tell you that all human life was here, but to be honest most of the custom came from lady shoppers wishing that Dumfries had a Primark rather than a Handbag Heaven. And the coffee machine broke.
Ten minutes walk back to our campervan to check for squatters, pausing long enough to irritate Mrs RM by admiring civic buildings,
and a longing look at the inevitably keg Burns Howf*.
Some lads on skateboards were doing tricks dangerously close to our bumper, on the way to an impressive town park. Overlooking the park was the Riverside Bar , a vast social club of a place. Which meant a good mix of folk with cardigans watching whatever came between Belgium and Germany that day.
Good to see some local beers on the bar again.
Actually, I did have something local; you get 25 points if you can identify it from the hidden pump clip. If I told you it was a lukewarm NBSS 2.5 you’d not be surprised.
By now you’ll guess the average score from my Scottish trip is edging below NBSS 3.
Would it get worse before it got better. After a superb seafood linguine and pizza at the Italian next door, I left Mrs RM to her embroidery to find out.
*Eek. Just seen the Globe serves Deuchars. Bet it gets in GBG19 now, just to spite me.