I almost forgot they have a Hop Cannon at BrewDog Glasgow now as well. It’s not just for hops though, although not everything turns out well: at some point they tried to make a bacon infused beer, but that turned into quite a sticky mess…
The result of today’s experiment was a beer with a stronger coffee taste than some coffees I’ve had!
So, after three kilted day in Glasgow again, it must be said that the kilt still isn’t an everyday garment. Until today, I had only seen a kilted piper on Buchanan Street, and a couple of kilted men at the ceilidh. One of them wore a strange combination of a ghillie shirt and a Prince Charlie jacket…
On a couple of occasions I’ve been asked if I was “going to the rugby”. Apparently a rugby game is one if the few occasions where the kilt is worn casually. Today there actually is a big rugby game being played—Scotland vs. England—so there are more kilties in the streets today.
There’s still a long way to go before kilts are just as normal as trousers, though. But that won’t keep me from wearing my kilts as often as possible!
Had a very nice lunch at Babu Bombay Street Kitchen with the Glasgow friends I met during my last visit.
On my way to BrewDog, I stopped for a cask ale at The Three Judges. Couldn’t resist ordering “Indiana’s Bones” when I saw the iconic hat on the tap label! 🙂
At Mr Ben I found a kilt jacket I quite like: Harris tweed, nice grey satin lining, probably from the late forties, early fifties. I found a nice brown leather pre-war sporran as well, but it needs some repair work.
To celebrate those great finds – and because I haven’t had any whisky on this trip yet – I’m now at The Pot Still enjoying a pre lunch dram: a Royal Salute 21 years old.
Ceilidh chaos at Sloans.