Day 2 of the Great Mini Scotland Adventure, and a chance to make an impression on “Argyll & The Isles”, a completely fictional Guide chapter invented by CAMRA to ensure Glasgow only had easy pubs to tick.
Watch me turn that page (largely) pink. Just watch me.
After that Greggs breakfast in Girvan, we took the high road through Kilmarnock, where I looked longingly at a Spoons I should have ticked in 2019 and now found didn’t open till tea-time (11am), past Paisley, and up Loch Lomond into the strange peninsulas near Loch Fyne (named after a popular chain of restaurants without cask).
It’s gorgeous. Misty and mysterious.
In that graveyard is buried the hopes and dreams of the Scottish football team, and next door is Fyne Brewery.
Or is it Farm Brewery, as I discovered in the Fat Cat last week ?
Whatever, it’s the one that does Jarl.
You might have heard of it. Rarely less than excellent, wherever you find it. We tipped up at 11am, just as Mrs RM decided that all Scottish beer was rubbish (come on Mrs RM, only 77.8 % of it according to my stats), and therefore she’d drive me and make up for with wine in the evening.
Thank you, Mrs RM, it was a good decision. Anyway, the Jarl at the tap in a tulip was a cool, foamy 3.5, “enjoyed” in the drizzle under the canvas. Don’t ask what happened to the Heaventeenth.
Is Jarl Scotland’s Landlord, or its Oakham Citra ? Discuss (5 points).
It would not be the last Jarl of the morning, let alone the trip.