Greetings from Broughty Ferry, temporary home of the CAMRA AGM attendees, and also the Punx, on the way to the BrewDog AGM up in Ellon. Two cultures clash.
These are my freebies so far from the Punx, the Spoons, and the CAMRA.
You left me in Scunthorpe, where for old times sake I popped in the venerable Blue Bell.
I couldn’t be bothered to join the scramble for a coffee, let alone a beer, as I had a destination with what can only be described as “posh Scunthorpe“.
East of British Steel, with a Double Tree by Hilton, two “health clinics” and umpteen takeaways, plus an odd sprinkling of Art Deco.
The Red Lion, once visited by Cathy Price, manages to look like a “Sizzlin” pub with its offensive signage.
But inside it’s “trad dining pub with big space for the Carling lads to watch the Prem“.
Actually they were all on Strongbow Dark Fruits, the Stella of the age.
I know you’re screaming at me now “Why didn’t you go for the Hop Back !”.
But when you’re in a pub at the weekend and no-one is drinking the cask, I say swerve the weird beer and stick to the Doom.
It was OK, 2.5 at best/worst, a paltry advert for the brand and real ale, which is doomed outside the specialist venues.
What did I expect ?
I was scaring the Carling lads with my real ale, so I drank up and left.
Actually, I took the wrong turn into the kitchen. You expect that of me.