The King’s Highway

Inverness:

A ‘spoons, right in the middle of Inverness. This is the bit where I type “nothing to see here”, yes?

Well, yes, but this managed to exceed expectations of ‘spoons by some margin. Sadly it was not a good thing; you expect a ‘spoons to be a little grim, a bit grubby, perhaps, and a bit soulless, that’s the price you pay for low prices.

This was, however, the grubbiest, grimmest one I’d been in, and I’ve been in the Moon Under Water and The Sir Henry Newbolt. It’s a cavernous, but low-ceilinged space, gloomy inside, though better near the windows, where we sat at a sticky table for 40 mins before anyone cleared the multitudes of plates from the next one.

Hootananny

Inverness:

We walked past this a couple of times, not liking the look, before we went in.

It’s a music venue, with a wide range of music played. Bare boards, high ceilings. We walked past when it was playing traditional Scottish music, and went in when it was seemingly quiet. Sadly, a choir was setting up. I’m not keen on clap-along music and audience participation, and unintentionally, this was both. Your mileage may vary. Staff OK, beer OK (more Black Isle).

Gellion’s Bar

Inverness:

Pretty traditional bar; we dropped in for lunch. No cask ale, but some decent keg craft bolllocks, and lunch was pretty good (though we did get an odd, accent-related combination on a sandwich). Pleasant staff. Pity that the only normal-height seating being right at the back, so on a subsequent visit, that was all full and we went elsewhere.