You left me in Anstruther with a tummy full of chips and GBG-pub coke and 20 minutes till the bus back to St Andrews.
Could I find any real ale in the Boathouse “Beer & Wine Bar”.
Yes, three of them. They could surely have lent one of those barrels to the Ship.
This is a boisterous modernised diner with at least a bit of trade on a sunny Sunday. None of it is drinking cask, of course.
Despite the assurance of a Cask Marque sticker (hah) I know the Otter doesn’t like 6 hour journeys so I went for the Norsemanfrom down the road.
I know that it’s important to have a gazillion tiny breweries, none of whom accept external investment or do nasty things like develop pub stock. But I do wonder if brewers like Redcastle ever get to taste their own beer on the bar, served as a dull, lukewarm, frothy nothingness (NBSS 1.5). Not so bad you’d ever return it, oh no, just dull.
Anyone who thinks I’m just an old fusspot with unrealistic expectations is a) Probably right and b) In need of a trip out of their reliable specialist ale house into the real world.
A bumpy ride back to St Andrews, but at least I hadn’t mixed the coke with coffee, a fatal combination.
With 20 minutes to spare before the connection to Cupar, I popped into St Andrews Brewing’s second outlet.
It just serves keg, so there’s not much interest in it in the CAMRA AGM Handbook.
I don’t know what St Andrews students do on a Sunday afternoon, perhaps study Latin or put their NBSS scores into WhatPub, but the shiny keg outlet was a bit deserted.
The Watford v Wolves semi playing to no-one, two lads confused by the lack of Tennents, and more TV screens than customers and staff combined.
In their first bar, they only served thirds and schooners; here they only served halves and pints. Crazy.
But their IPA was cool, not over-carbonated and tasty.
Expel me now, CAMRA.