Just for clarification on that last post; I didn’t have the deep fried Mars bar. But a deep fried Turkish Delight would have been tempting.
It was ten seconds walk from Stonehaven Pub 1 to Pub 2, the “perennial CAMRA award winner“.
Fifteen with the stop for the duff photo of the Shorehead.
Well, the Marine was a shock.
a dozen or so craft keg pumps,
and probably more Belgian beers than in the Elm Tree. Lots of little corners and great seating like the Elm Tree, too.
Actually, it felt a bit like the Port St Beer House had been moved to the coast. Better dressed patrons here than you get in in Ancoats, of course.
I loved this beautiful pub.
It always helps when a pub is packed with allsorts at just gone 11. The service was cheery and efficient, dog biscuits were being handed out (I didn’t try one), and lively group conversations centred on the misuse of “literally” and why “decimate doesn’t mean divide by 10 anymore“.
A “CAMRA” pub, but also a BRAPA pub. And that’s not always the same thing.
6 Degrees North provided the ocean of keg but just the one cask these days; the Stout was robust and interesting, if a bit sour. Perhaps it was supposed to be, I couldn’t judge not being a beer sommelier.
I left at the point someone said “We’re fast heading towards the Tower of Babel“.
The door wouldn’t budge.
“KICK IT !!!” shouted a dozen voices in unison.
Oh, I returned to that half-drunk Skye Red at the Ship, and it did taste better 20 minutes later. Got a funny look from the coffee drinkers at the next table, too.
Stonehaven looked mighty fine in the sun, as most towns do after two pubs in twenty minutes.
Oh, and well done on the free public toilets, Stonehaven. You’re a pubticker’s friend.
I caught the 11.50 down the coast, just like in the Don McLean song.