I think we’re still on Tuesday in Aberdeen (are we ?).
I met Mrs RM at the Northern Hotel in Kittybrewster. She’d booked it for proximity to the University where she was fixing IT problems by turning things on and off again.
Half the price of the City centre chains, a bit of Art Deco grandeur, and if we hid in the laundry room we’d get to see Black Lace there in a month’s time.
Actually, Dene Michel’s Black Lace is a bit like Denny Laine’s Beatles. I think I’ll pass.
The bar is full-on ocean liner chic,
right down to the craft keg from you-know-who that has recently replaced the evil cask.
We could have had a gourmet burger there, but we were meeting Aberdeen pub legend Scott Campbell at the nearby St Machar Bar, by huge coincidence a new GBG tick for me.
It’s the only bar on the cobbled High Street of the old town/University, unless Scott was hiding the micro pubs from me.
It looked brilliant on the approach.
Would it be packed with students drinking shots, or CAMRA folk drinking pale beers ?
Neither. Just a good mix of town and gown, resembling Cambridge’s Live and Let Live or Elm Tree in feel.
Scott was there early, and bagged the last table by the bar. Or perhaps Mrs RM did; they don’t have VAR in Scotland yet.
The beer choice was good if you like Inveralmond, as the very rare Deuchars had just gone.
I like Ossian, and we alternated between that and Lia Fail, both decent, though Mrs RM moved onto the Brew Dog after her first pint on the basis that it’s a Locale.
I didn’t take any notes, so we must have had a good discussion about oil revenues, Dutch towns and pub stuff. Lack of notes is always a good sign.
I was clearly distracted by this T-shirt though.
Despite attempting to bribe Scott with my spare Spoons vouchers, I couldn’t get him to disclose the GBG2020 entries, so Simon will have to try alternate means.
A top evening of pubbing in a classy pub, finished off with some classy toilet art.