Bare with me; only one more post till we get on to the BrewDog bars.
Next up on the never-ending schedule of remote Scottish towns with a population of 10k and a GBG entry (OK, not remote if you live there) is Inverurie, penultimate stop on the homeward leg into Aberdeen and an emotional reunion with Mrs RM.
I struggled with Inverurie, I really did. An agricultural town (i.e. flat) I assumed it was quite affluent but couldn’t see why.
It really is the Bourne of the (very) North; dull but with added delis.
The drizzle wasn’t really bring out the best in the granite for me,
To be fair, it looks a lot more interesting looking at the OS extract now.
And the Butchers looks a great place for a
But the inevitable Spoons is a letdown, despite the grime exterior and Hi-Vis man approaching.
A quick look at Trip Advisor would have prepared me better.
The Smoochers are too interested in their hen do (just like Duncan) to tell me about the cask beer range.
Which was apparently impressive.
JHB, Brain’s and Brewsters complimenting the proper beers. Goodness knows why I went for the Butterkin, which accurately described the taste (NBSS 1.5, just above the level you consider taking it back, even in Spoons).
I was in there 10 minutes. I never saw another pint of cask pulled. Folk seemed happy with their reliable Tennents and Punk IPAs and Flat Whites.
And if you can’t sell cask at £1.99 a pint, you’re stuffed.