Well, close to the Water as it weaves magically through the piano and pashmina heartlands of Broughton and Warriston towards Leith and the Dreadnought.
The Dreadnought would turn out to be my third great pub in Leith after Teuchters and Malt & Hops.
It’s hard to not be enraptured when you enter a pub to Mark E Smith singing “Folding Money“.
Old Boys at the bar, studentz dotted around, exciting beer range (ugh).
I asked the top barman what I should go for and he told me, without that irritating inquisition over beer styles.
Fallen produce some great beers and Grapevine was smooth and stunning (NBSS 4.5). I’m sure you’ll find full tasting notes on BRAPAs site.
The Fall gave way to PJ Harvey warbling from her criminally overrated “Let England Shake” album and it was time to leave.
Some great football stickers in the loos, though the wall art is definitely Work In Progress.
Shamefully, I gave in to the bus back to Waverley, as I didn’t want to miss out on my battered haggis.
Fine dining at its best, and I was ready to face all that tomorrow could throw at me.