I just re-read my last post and realised how little detail there was about essentials like beer names, hop varieties, toilet breaks recorded, peanuts spilt etc etc. That’s because Pubmeister and Madame Luna were such good company I didn’t take notes or photos. And that’s how it should be.
But I was always going to record the greatness of the Laurieston, one of the Southside survivors, particularly as we were walking past it on the way to our Iron & Wine gig at the 02 anyway.
Pub blogging greats as diverse as Pubmeister, Tandleman and BRAPA have eulogised the Laurieston, and I loved it on a fleeting visit in 2015 while Mrs RM recovered in Starbucks from a run of six Wetherspoons in sixty-six minutes (this really happened).
My Dad remembers the Gorbals from a visit in the 60s after which he apparently ended up “in the wrong end at Ibrox“. If only he’d been doing a blog back then.
The Gorbals has largely gone, but the Laurieston can hardly have changed since then. Bar the beer range.
It doesn’t look like a Mrs RM pub, though, does it ?
But Mrs RM sort of fell in love with it, in a “Cor, they don’t make them like this anymore, do they ?” way.
A symphony in red and brown, with cosy seating, and quirky features on every wall.
Face it, how often you see seating as good as this ?;
As the Tand highlighted in his post, the service is exemplary too, which is why they get Old Boys and Young Boys (not the Swiss team).
Guess the beer below.
OK, it’s coke. The Jarl was OK, and I saw the pump clip turned round a few minutes later. But the Avalanche was superb (NBSS 3.5).
And the music, wow. Stranglers posters on the wall, but a soundtrack straight from the ’50s, without any irony.
You don’t hear “I get a kick out of you” in many pubs these days.
It’s the sort of feel that refurbished working-class boozers in Bethnal Green try to achieve alienating the locals in the process (except this one).
A wonderful pub. I didn’t see a pub cat, so this will have to do;
It’ll never be as appealing as the Sou’wester, though.