My underpaid Blog Title Team excelled themselves with this one, I hope you agree.
An hour in Gourdon, an hour constructing the blog, three hours for the title. So 2019.
I would have liked to have worked “Howe of the Mearns” into the title, but you can’t have everything.
The bus from Johnshaven was the slow one back to Stonehaven, so it drops you in the very heart of bustling Gourdon (pop. 860).
Sometimes you need the GBG App to find a pub. No risk of missing the Harbour Bar though.
Handy for the Lifeboat Museum (closed) and the renowned seafood restaurant (closed), but the mobility scooter is the sure sign of pub quality I need to see.
There’s a decently pubby conservatory, a back room drinking den with some youthful and robust conversation (probably about Cove Rangers) and the bar with The Real Ale.
What’s surprising is the presence of 5 AM Saint on the bar, rather than Punk. If hadn’t needed The Real Ale for my tick I’d have had that.
It was only three hours since the croque monsieur, but I was really taken by the giant board saying “Pub Grub“, and had the scampi with my pint of M’oR, served in a Siren glass.
“A pint of The Real Ale ?” It sounded like I was ordering the Bouillabaisse or something in a plain Marseilles cafe.
In the drinking den the banter was rich and expressive. I didn’t want to put them off their stride, and sat in the conservatory. Very Un-BRAPA.
Pleasant seating, and I was joined by a lovely chatty couple soon after. The Gentleman ordered “A Half Of The Real Ale“, presumably now I’d shown how it was done. They were obviously a classy couple, reading the description on the wine bottle and saying “Cheers” to each other. I’ll never be that classy.
Cool and tasty, the M’oR was one of the best of my trip. The scampi and chips were good Pub Grub, but hardly going to trouble my Instagram.
In the public, the lads had left, off to Cheltenham I think, replaced by another couple of gentlefolk and a dog which insisted on licking me as I left.
Another BRAPA pub, helped by £3.20 pints, a lack of pretension and cheery locals. The wait for buses is going to drive Simon mad though.