Our last stop of the night was a pub I was anxious to visit, since I am a big fan of its cousin over in the Old Town.
Unfortunately this version of the Brass Monkey lacks a certain je ne sais quoi. (As my dear friend Gary Kristjanson would say in response to that cliche, "No... I don't know what it is, but I know it's not that.") The only palatable beer on tap was the reliable Deuchars. I did appreciate how the bar staff didn't make us feel horrible for lingering a few seconds after the lights came up and closing time was announced.
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