Sunday, August 5, 2012
#336. Amicus Apple, 17 Frederick St, Edinburgh
The first thing you notice when you step inside this downstairs New Town cocktail bar is the smell: like rotten milk mixed with a tropical fruit. Linus thought it smelled of douchebags during our first aborted foray, but on pause methinks he exaggerates. The clientele weren't that bad, but perhaps some of the unfriendly bar staff were responsible for the odor..? The beer selection was the usual corporate, lager-heavy rotation (Fosters (!?), Stella, Tennents et al) and with nary a Belhaven nor Deuchars on the menu I chose the Extra Cold Guinness.