Minnesota Fats

Pub 121: Minnesota Fats

Oh sweet mother, what an experience.

A rogue friday evening in mount florida eventually ended up in the southside's finest snooker hall. Coin operated lamps, regulars manning the bar whenever the barman was doing a pee, and guinness poured so badly it would have made prime mutton keel over. An absolute creamer this was not.

Yet, us two felt no judgement in being the youngest in the bar by around 30 years. If anything, I think the oldies are probably welcoming the new generation.

Scotland's snooker legacy was built almost entirely on kids being raised in pubs by steaming landlord dads. So, there should be no surprise that with the declining rate of alcoholism in this country that we are no longer producing world champions at the rate we once did. Thus, whether you're rocking a mullet, a beret, or a pish stained trackie, scotland needs you to pick up a cue and do your national service.

Disclaimer, I will now be drinking exclusively in pubs which have been ULV biofogged.

[8/10]

(Photos 2026)