Mainly, this is for members of the Royal Society for the Protection of Mrs Retired Martin, who you’ll remember I’d left to
waddle glide back into town while I looked at pub mirrors in the Abbotsford.
On the way back I did get to appreciate once more the classic frontage of the Tam O’Shanter, one of only four (of ten) cask outlets in Ayr that isn’t in the Guide. That’s 60% of real ale pubs in the Guide, pretty much the same as in Dumfries. By contrast, Derby has c.3,702 cask pubs (SOURCE: Life After Football) but only 16 of them make the cut.
If you look closely you’ll see the faces of two visiting pub critics (let’s call them Dick and Dave) who tried to return a pint in 1794 and were booted into the wall for posterity.
Still, bound to get in the Guide one day. Possibly the Wee Windaes won’t; it doesn’t even make What Pub, despite the classic “Fresh Beer and Tasty Sandwiches” sign.
I think the West Kirk has been in the Guide, in fact I recall dragging two toddlers in here for chocolate fudge cake a decade or more ago (don’t call Social Services).
It will look familiar to anyone who’s been in a certain Spoons in Exeter.
Quite what it’s done to lose its GBG place I can only guess (no CAMRA discount on Prosecco ?).
Anyway, Mrs RM was enjoying her G&T (despite what CAMRA members may tell you, this is still legal), but I had one voucher left, so it had to be the one that wasn’t “Available Soon” or “Pump Clip fallen off“.
No, never heard of it either. Must be made in an aircraft hanger at Prestwick*.
But it was tremendous; cool, thick, rich, cheap (NBSS 4+). The way the best Plum Porter can be. Perhaps I was lucky. The local stuff in the GBG Spoons in Prestwick was undrinkable.
The Cask Ale Lottery. No wonder the Scots don’t play it.
I believe Mrs RM was the only lady in the Kirk, at 9.30pm on a Sunday. She was no doubt glad I rescued her. It was almost dark when we got back to the campervan at 11.
*DON’T. I DON’T CARE