“I’d rather be visiting a Hungry Horse in Sandy and blogging about it than revisiting all these old posts” I told BRAPA yesterday, comparing the blog view fall-off in those crucial markets of Russia and Samoa.
Sadly, those old pictures are all I’ve got to work on, so here’s photos.
NB Some of us are coping better without pubs than others. Guess who’s the dreamer here (it’s not Roger Hodgson).
I dream, during the day, of another morning pub session with Paul Mudge, who is possibly missing his pubs even more than Duncan, Si and me.
A year go, fresh from having Paul’s definition of “Proper Pub” accepted at the CAMRA AGM in Dundee, we enjoyed Edinburgh’s pubs on Monday morning before catching our trains from Waverley.
Click the pub name to get the full detail. Words only when absolutely necessary.
As Christine McVie sang, “Monday morning you sure look fine“.
“A quiet pint, before the train” we said. Oh.
Paul was already two pubs up when I caught up with him at the Abbotsford
Cathedral, not a pub
The great man
A bad idea. A very bad idea
“The Hanging Bat has been top of the table on RateBeer’s Guide to Edinburgh for a while. But as we know, RateBeer isn’t a place you’ll find the Stamford & Warrington, or anything in Coalville, so I think we can discount that as authoritative.”
It’s great, but oddly Paul left me here to visit Proper Pubs.
I miss hills
“After a weekend of unispiring beer quality, Edinburgh was now turning it on just as Manchester had in early January. Big cities are the place for cask.”
Fleshmarket Close. Scarier than the Rebus book.
Should I ?
Seven pubs in 3 hours, no beer less than NBSS 3.5. all wonderful in their way, even the Spoons.
How I miss pubs.