My last Aberdeen post, promise.
I met Mrs RM at the Marischal, looking lovelier than ever (Mrs RM, not the Marischal).
Any plans I had to take Mrs RM on a tour of Aberdeen’s famous pubs went out of the window; whether due to that evening in the Krakatoa or the cumulative effect of IT exertions at the University.
So she missed out on a real cracker or two.
So it was straight to the classy Rishi’s Indian Aroma as recommended by Hector’s Curryheute, no less.
Dick and Dave rely on Hector for curry advice as much as they do on BRAPA for good gastropubs. It was fantastic, and the mansplaining on the table opposite about the little lump of pudding in the thali was Curry-BRAPA gold.
Interestingly, they had that Windswept Wolf bottle hat ruined me the day before on their beer menu. I stuck to mango lassi, Mrs RM went craft with the Cobra.
And that was it for Aberdeen.
On the Caledonia Sleeper back to Euston I sketched out the Aberdeen scorecard.
- Friendly people
- Great architecture
- Cheap Punk IPA
- Some very good food, even if we missed out on the deep fried haggis
- Great traditional pubs
- Superb street art
- And a busier nightlife than expected, particularly at the Union Square centre, where the BrewDog bar had “greeters“.
- The Art Gallery is still closed.
- Transport routes are slow. It would have taken me 3 weeks to get to Peterhead (that may also be a Pro).
- There’s no micropubs (oh, sorry, that’s a Pro as well)
- The cask wasn’t shifting very quickly, and was dire in the Spoons.
We were ten minutes early into Euston, giving us time for a cappuccino in the cheery Somers Coffee House just as Chalton Street Market was setting up its stall with bargain housewares.
What a wonderful collection of BBB awaits you.
Sadly, no pints at 7.57am. I despair of this country, I really do.
NB For five points, name the pub.