“Where’s my Scottish pub !” you ask, tiring now of all this relentless natural beauty.
HERE is your pub, the only one I saw in Tobermory with the Macdonald Arms seemingly closed.
So let’s do the famous yellow one (someone painted it black a while ago and got lynched).
The Mishnish seemed to have noise within (Ariane Grande and Chaka Chan, mostly), so in we went.
It’s like a pub in London, or St Andrews, which is the same thing. Dark wood, confused foreign tourists (from Dumbarton not Detroit), beer barrels and whiskey menus. And high prices; a pint and a pot of tea cost £7.60.
But it has character. And giggling girls. And those weird brass taps you get in Scotland.
And, bewilderingly, service at the bar.
You heard me right. “Order your drinks at the bar“. I guess that’s because Mull is in Scottish Covid Tier 0.5.
“Can I lick the handpumps as well please“. I’ll take that as a no. You only get that in Tier Zero+.
Sadly, the IPA was off (Boo !!!) so I had to have the house beer.
“Who brews the house beer ?” I asked, giving myself away as a CAMRA in the hope of a discount.
“It’s an 80/ “ was the reply. Well, I didn’t care anyway.
We got to sit where we liked, too, and picked this seat near the bar, where we could observe a series of mishaps.
The Wi-Fi was broken, the coffee machine awaiting repair (hence tea) and they’re out of cheese & onion crisps.
But the staff (and customers) were cheerful, and that Belhaven 80/ a contender for beer of the trip, cool foamy and moorish (NBSS 3+). A pre-emptive strike.
I decided to get full value for that £7.60 and took a self-guided tour of two lovely side rooms with all the authenticity of the Loggerheads in Shrewsbury.
Worth every penny, really.
And when I got back the local lads were taunting the lasses for their “vile” choice of drinks.
“WHO doesn’t like Dark Fruits !” they said. Exactly !
“DON’T take a picture of the local talent !” urged Mrs RM, as they launched into a rendition of “What’s the story in Balamory” remembered from15 years ago.