Across the street from Scott's was the place to be on a cold, dark Sunday night. Dirty Dick's was full of people (couples, mostly) and atmosphere. Reggae was on the stereo, complimenting the well-executed pirate theme. The ceiling is dripping with artifacts, which reminded me a lot of Big Bad Johns from my hometown. My table was made from an old sewing machine, which is something we have seen a lot of around these parts. I drank a pint of Stewart's Edinburgh Gold.