Like you, I’m getting a bit bored of these Scottish posts now. The problem is the pubs are all photogenic and you can’t just lump half a dozen together like you can in, ooh, Maidenhead. Along with the Aberdeen trip last month these reports now make up 85.7% of my blog this year (FACT), and… Continue reading FLESHMARKET CLOSE
As I said, I should have had lunch in Cloisters. Five pubs since that bacon roll in Cupar, and 2pm come and gone. But there’s still pubs that’ll serve you in Edinburgh in the afternoon, just like in proper cities. Oh look, it’s that Bow Bar. Somewhere on West Bow, anyway. Never sure exactly where… Continue reading EVEN BETTER IN THE BOW BAR
Paul had been tremendous company, but it was time for him to head back to New Town with its heritage interiors and beardless customers. I may not have done any new GBG pubs that Monday, but I could at least have a possible pre-emptive tick on the way to Waverley Station. The Hanging Bat… Continue reading DESERTED BY PAUL IN THE HANGING BAT
Yes, it’s the inadvisable stage of the Edinburgh Morning Crawl That Started Off As a Quiet Pint Before The Train. This one was my fault. On Matthew L’s recommendation I’d popped in here on the Thursday night (which probably feels like 2013 to you by now after all these Scottish posts). It was bustling and… Continue reading FALLING INTO DARK TERRITORY
Fifteen minutes (jay)walking later, Paul and I were at Bennets Bar, our second Edinburgh classic of the day. I’ll be honest. I know the capital has dozens of ornate bars; they’re beautifully detailed in the CAMRA Scottish Heritage Pub Guide I got Paul for a bargain £3 at the AGM. In general I care… Continue reading BENNETS BAR – NOT BAD, IS IT ?
On this blog it’s now Monday, sometime in early April, and I’d arranged to have a quiet pint in Edinburgh with the legend that is Stafford Paul before my convoluted return to Waterbeach (3 changes, £28). I had an hour before our 11am meet-up, and momentarily entertained a jog up Arthur’s Seat, but entertained myself… Continue reading BREAKFAST BEER IN THE ABBOTSFORD
My Deuchars itch successfully scratched at the Oxford, I headed along the Water of Leith to my second Edinburgh tick. Well, close to the Water as it weaves magically through the piano and pashmina heartlands of Broughton and Warriston towards Leith and the Dreadnought. The Dreadnought would turn out to be my third great pub… Continue reading SUNSHINE ON LEITH