Tuesday, April 17, 2012

#187. Ryries, 1 Haymarket, Edinburgh

The area around this quaint building is temporarily torn up due to construction of the infamous Edinburgh Trams. People sure love to bitch about the inconvenience of change, but are quick to forget about it once they enjoy the results. The real estate in this area will probably double in value once the trams are up and running, and the residents of Edinburgh will brag to everyone about how fantastic their city is because they have street cars that ferry people from the airport to downtown. But for now, to listen to the locals you'd think the fucking sky was falling and dirty socialist hordes were marching through their private park space. And that's just the opinion of the taxi drivers!

This was a funny pub. It was deathly silent, save for Meghan and I ruminating on the ... I can't actually remember what we were talking about. In order to make this post more interesting, I am using some photo editing software to enhance the images I recorded with my cellphone. Where's my billion dollars, Facebook?

Beerwise, this pub had four cask ale taps, but only two were functioning. One was Deuchars, of course, and the other was Landlord from Timothy Taylor, which I drank. The Landlord appears here and there, and their website claims that it "...has won more awards nationally than any other beer: This includes four times as Champion at the Brewers' International Exhibition and four times as CAMRA’s beer of the year."

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