A dire hole of a pub, full of professional drinkers and petty non-entities. All male, btw. This is a dirty grim hell-hole of a pub in one of Edinburgh's student districts.
Oddly enough, there are better pubs within sneezing distance: the Golden Rule has its faults but it is less than 100 metres away, and they serve Hoegaarden in freezer-chilled glasses. Sneeze some more and you have "Diggers" (aka 'Athletic Arms' just down the road, or in the other direction McCowans Brewhouse or the The Fountain across the road). For the random newbie, there's no need to ever go to the Polwarth Tavern. Why?
Well, for a start it smells. It smells of sick, pee-pee and disinfectant, which are presumably the same things the regulars smell of. Then we have the regulars, a vile bunch of tradesman and unemployed petty criminals. No, that's unfair, there are some nice guys drink there (note: it's always guys, no girls go there).
Two things struck me as odd, no, three things. (1) the smell of weed, inside and out. Not a problem, as I'm not a prude, but it's still illegal and pretty much sets the scene for what the local punters do with their time; (1.1) the smell inside is repulsive: farts, fags and body odour; (2) the illegal football streams... sorry, but it's clear as a day: four screens, three of them showing different matches, highly pixelated, and clearly from a dodgy web stream (illegal and terrible on the eye); (3) the staff were just plain nasty... a short loud foreign looking man who just shouted vile profanities (some racist, some bigoted, some sexist) and a black-toothed Baldrick-like character, presumably from Liverpool (judging by his accent), who berated the regulars like they were cows there for the milking [of their money].
This individual in particular deserves particular scorn, referring to me obliquely as a "chinkie", just because I ordered a half pint of lager. Yes, I heard him calling me a "chinkie".
The racism didn't stop there. I went outside for a smoke and encountered a drunken oaf with a pony-tail. Fat and badly addressed with thick greasy spectacles, it turned out he was responsible for most of the the smell of weed and broken wind. For the record he went by the handle of "JR". Nice.
He got into a red van, emblazoned with his employer's branding - some sort of glazier, but I didn't catch the name - something "Noble" (otherwise I would've reported his sorry ass for abusing me and Mrs Wong, my wife).
Why did I go there? Well, I like a beer and - some people may not know this - but there's a large Chinese community in Polwarth (Edinburgh), not least my wife's family. Westernised Chinese people take note... and indeed everyone, regardless of race/ethnicity, do not go into this pub, lest you wish to be abused and humiliated. It's a cesspit for local trash only. read more