THE THRILL OF THE GRILL

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While I’d been slogging my way up to the Highlands and round the Moray coast towards Aberdeen, Mrs RM had taking the easy option of a Logan Air flight from Southend. I think you should demand she blogs about Southend, you know.

She’ll have had this view as the plane bumbled towards Trump Airport in Dyce, without the labels of course.

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She beat me into the city centre by about 6 hours, setting about fixing IT systems at the University while I did the hard yards of revisiting some Aberdeen classics I missed out last time.

Let’s start at The Grill, to see how this year’s change of ownership has treated it.

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Outside smoker always a good sign

Older readers Paul will remember the fuss when ladies stormed it in 1973.

The women who stormed The Grill in Aberdeen in 1973. PIC: Contributed.

A mere 25 years later they introduced ladies toilets.

Things have changed since those unenlightened days.

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Women ! Cocktails ! Punk IPA !What’s going on ?*

4pm on Friday. The Golden Hour. It was magic.

A small, bustling place with seating round all the walls, all taken bar the space by the door where I dumped my backpack and headed for the bar.

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Ale choice – what’s that all about ?

I hadn’t been for a decade. It hadn’t exactly gone craft but there was Punk and cocktails alongside the Tennents that still dominates, and that seemed to have helped create a more mixed crowd than I remember.

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Smiling staff a great sign

My corner spot lacked a table, so I had to use the window ledge for my pint of Jarl, which was cool and fruity, and far better than I was expecting (NBSS 3.5+).

I was feeling jealous of the whisky chasers, mind.

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Top spot

Husbands and wives met up and kissed. Folk came and went, but some were there for the duration.

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Pub life

Simplicity itself, it was just magic. I’d compare it to the Laurieston, but I’m not that lazy (I am).

Just like dusk setting on Aberdeen as I left.

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*Joke, Woke Si

9 thoughts on “THE THRILL OF THE GRILL

  1. Wow they really take good care of the wooden surfaces in that place, don’t they?

    Lots of great photos in this one. I especially loved the ‘Pub life’ one; I’m only a few years away from reading a newspaper that way, I have little doubt!

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  2. “I think you should demand she blogs about Southend, you know.”

    Only if she blogs less prolifically than you do.*
    * – but then, that would be true of most anyone, wouldn’t it? 🙂

    (once again I get hellishly busy – thanks to the wife – and have to leap frog over god knows how many of your posts)**

    ** – but missing the ‘narnia’ one was a no-brainer. 🙂

    “A mere 25 years later they introduced ladies toilets.”

    And the line-up for the loos is probably just as bad as back then.

    “Women ! Cocktails ! Punk IPA !What’s going on ?*”

    You said it yourself… ladies toilets!

    “I was feeling jealous of the whisky chasers, mind.”

    G’wan. You’re taking the mickey aren’t ya?

    “Pub life”

    At my age, I luxuriate in the fact that I can now take my glasses off to read small print. ***

    *** – my ophthalmologist told me that would be the case way back when I got my first pair of glasses at the age of 13

    “*Joke, Woke Si”

    Wait… Si is woke?

    Cheers

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