Fifteen minutes (jay)walking later, Paul and I were at Bennets Bar, our second Edinburgh classic of the day.
I’ll be honest. I know the capital has dozens of ornate bars; they’re beautifully detailed in the CAMRA Scottish Heritage Pub Guide I got Paul for a bargain £3 at the AGM.
In general I care little for heritage; give me a scruffy “all human life is here pub” over a pub that tourists come and gawp at.
But, wow !
More cathedral than pub. It gleams, doesn’t it ?
Like the Abbotsford, more shiny fonts and beers you’ve actually heard of.
Not many notes taken here, it was that good. A couple of other drinkers, one a young lady whose surreptitious photography could have taken some lessons from an expert like BRAPA or myself.
I think we’ll conclude we had the Dark Island.
Another NBSS 3.5; cool rich and complex.
Any sensible person would have stayed for more than one. Or tried the Stewart 80/, my new bellwether Scottish pint.
Actually, looking at these photos, there’s Paul up at the bar again.
And this isn’t the Dark Island, is it ?
It is of course possible that Paul was simply checking for the Hallowed Autovac, saviour of beer quality in the Lothians and beyond.
Anyway, Paul will know. He writes all this stuff down.
I just marvel at his company, four pints in.
Surely a quick look in the Bernard’s mirror and time for flat whites ?