And so our Scottish sojourn come to an end at Wonderful Wishaw.
Or “AnyWhere but Wishaw” as it’s affectionately known.
Only the Good Beer Guide brings English people to post-industrial steel towns like Motherwell and Wishaw, and we should thank it for that. Mrs RM was less convinced as we drove through the challenging streets of Motherwell and Craigneuk, and I quickly dropped the idea of a detour to Carluke to explore the craft scene.
I don’t know how Girvan won “UK worst high street”; VAR is needed to reassess Wishaw’s strong challenge.
In its defence it has more Scotch pies than Girvan, and a bigger bingo hall. And sells a pint of venom for a fiver.
While you always hope it’s going to be Corrigan’s or Ross’s in the GBG, selling that Fierce Peanut Butter Stout on cask,
you know by now the only possible Guide entry is the Spoons selling undrinkable cask but handpumps !
And so it turned out with the Malt. Ambitious outdoor seating in Greater Glasgow there.
Possible the best carpet, though.
And some excellent local art, here set to music on my video.
These gentlefolk were befuddled. Always go for the Doom Bar, ladies.
Actually, I went for the Deuchars, which was foul (NBSS 1), Mrs RM smelt it to confirm, and I had the joy of taking a beer back for the first time in two years.
The replacement Kelburn therefore only cost me 85p, so I’m winning at life. It wasn’t bad.
Mrs RM took a work call, I nipped to Baynes the Family Baker and came back with Scotch pies and bridies. The Scottish can’t always keep good cask, but they sure can make great pies.