Since the advent of the "lad" all those years ago, beer has really only meant one thing to men – lager. So there’s always been Guinness on the radar but for a while that was the only alternative we’ve had in a market saturated with over-aerated pints-of-piss. Fortunately, over the past couple of years we’ve started to see an influx of foreign and specialist brews flowing into our pubs.
This has mostly come in the form of Belgian beers and their wonderfully weird and diverse range. Quinn’s pub, in Camden, for instance, stocks close to three hundred different European beers, half of which are Belgian. Suddenly drinking beer is no longer just an arbitrary thing to do as a man upon entering a pub. You can refine your palette, making a choice between a German doppelbock or the many Belgian Trappist brews. You can even have a robust English ale that comes in limited casks. This week however, I’ll be reviewing a Scottish beer. And bloody nice it is too.