Occasionally when one finds him, or herself, adrift in a sea of culture shock, there's no better recourse than the comfy confines of a Scottish pub and a surly drinking session with the lads or ladettes. And, as the name suggests (- a veritable beacon for stags), you'll find plenty of that going on here amidst the exposed timbers, kilted lampshades, old photos of highlanders on the walls and chairs carved up from beer barrels. A fireplace in winter keeps the cheeks pink, but nonetheless try to keep the kilts down...
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