The Blind Poet Pub
I cannot express how much this place means to me and how it kept me, as well as others, sane while working on our respective Masters programs in Edinburgh, Scotland. Every single week our pub quiz team would meet here for some much needed liquid libations, breaks from dissertation writing, and some fun with local Quiz-Master Dave. It's nothing much, really. But for some reason this dark, small, upstairs pub was just the ticket for a relaxing Tuesday evening...and any other day of the week that we felt like a pint and a match.
|Located just around the corner from my flat, the Blind Poet was ideal and awesome. Still is, actually|
Man, what I wouldn't give for a Tuesday night in that pub with this crowd:
|From right: Mairi, Lyndsey, Rita, Mandy, Michelle, Bianca, Janice, and me (missing Ellie and Daniel).|