Nice obscure Canadian post-rock reference there for Russ and any other Canucks reading this.
We pick up the story as the train from Perth arrives at a Dundee station bursting with pre-AGM anticipation.
I headed straight to Caird Hall to pick up my CAMRA Members’ Weekend goody bag, my first since the Isle of Man in “Icelandic Ash Cloud” 2010.
If you recognise yourself in the queue I’ll buy you a pint of Doom Bar in a Spoons of your choice. The bloke behind me was from Stockport, of course. He wasn’t a Robinson’s fan.
I’ll show you the contents of the goody bag later. For now, here’s the obligatory kilt shot.
Lovely team of volunteers, great setting, no doubt loads of rare beers on the bar.
But I came for the pubs, superbly detailed in the Members Guide. So I phoned Stafford Paul, who I’d been expecting to meet at the Members Bar.
He was walking to the pub when he answered his phone. Striding purposefully up the hill to the Speedwell.
Obviously not my first trip to “Mennies“, but you can’t come to Dundee and not do any heritage pubs.
Particularly one with “a part-glazed screen and has a magnificent mahogany gantry and counter, dado panelled walls and an anaglypta Jacobean ceiling.” Whatever that means.
It’s packed, with a really mixed late afternoon crowd. but Paul has found a window seat where he’s chatting pubs with a couple I assume are also from Staffordshire but aren’t. Paul will talk to anyone.
Like Aberdeen’s Queen Vic, a smart but not posh boozer, with great staff and fresh flowers, and a few touches to modernity like the 71 Brewing keg fonts.
I had a decent if not stellar Jarl (NBSS 3), suddenly feeling jealous of Paul’s Deuchars, and chatted about everything except beer for half an hour. Perhaps we discussed our favourite Godspeed You! Black Emperor track (“East Hastings“), perhaps not.
I bet the Speedwell had a good weekend when CAMRA came to town.
Sadly, we were so trapped I couldn’t even get to the famous toilets, but that’s what Wetherspoons for.