A straightforward, serviceable place without much personality. On a late-spring Friday at 5, it was still roomy and leisurely enough for a guy to sit in a corner, riffle through his travel books contemplating his next move, and enjoy a couple of pints while people-watching. The crowd here is definitely tilted towards tourists, just like out on the streets.
That afternoon, the Tennet's Velvet was "off," which I took to mean "out." I asked for a Guinness instead, and the bartender gave me the Extra Cold variety without asking. She must have thought, "Bloody Americans all like their beer at 33 degrees." Well, I prefer the regular variety, thank you very much. Anyway, it was a shame because she was the first smoking-hot bartender that I had found in Scotland. She did give me a smile as I left though. Sorry, babe, gotta be pushing on. read more