Onward to my 2nd Perth tick, definitely a Proper Pub, at the end of a Proper Street.
Perhaps Perth lacks the majesty of Paisley, or the drama of a night in Coatbridge, but there’s a good mix of folk in the shops and more in the pubs than you’d see on a Friday lunchtime in Cambridge.
Plenty of real ale around too, including this place that I now find out sells Deuchars and was previously called “Scaramouche“;
South Street is a little gem with a mix of Sweeney Todd themed barbers,
and a cluster of Vennels containing scary stuff.
Including this enticing looking place down Fleshers’ Vennel that I suspect Scott Campbell can vouch for.
Note the authentic Scottish figures either side of the pillars at the Salutation.
Why aren’t there more pubs like the Greyfriars in Cambridge ?
One small lounge bar, an upstairs room I missed, and the usual Keighley invader amongst the Scottish micros.
“Just to warn you, it’s a dark beer. I like that one myself” said the cheery, chatty barmaid of my random Eden Mill purchase. I guess that’s why English pubs have those little jam jars in front of the pumps; they can’t be bothered to tell you in person.
A calm, reflective sort of pub, despite the soundtrack of “Undercover of the Night” and other classic of ’83.
Looking back at my extensive notes, this may well have been my best beer of the trip, a cool, rich NBSS 3.5/4.
The classic scummy head is revealing. If there’d been a CAMRA workshop on scummy heads I might have gone, instead of sneaking off down the pubs.