FOUR MARYS, 65-67 HIGH STREET
If your name's Mary, you get a free pint in here... ONLY KIDDING! The
Four Marys
is a great pub. The ale's good, the food's good, and it feels old and
snug. If I were to have any gripes, it would be a gripe that you could
apply to many pubs these days. It is that there are that many tables
given over to those who are partaking of food, that there is at times
precious little room for us tired drinkers. I've seen me pop in after a
long trek, complete with big rucksack and ears liberally coated in mud,
and found I had to stand because all the seating was taken by folk
stuffing lamb chops down their throat. I suppose it's a sign of the
times in that food is just as important a source of income as ale in
many pubs nowadays. Great place all the same. Oh... almost forgot -
amidst the framed bits and pieces on the walls there is what purports to
be - and I quote - 'A piece of Mary Queen of Scots Bed Curtain,' as
rescued from Linlithgow Palace. Well,
I'll be damned. [Check out their website at
www.thefourmarys.co.uk]
PLATFORM 3, 1a HIGH STREET
Right beside Linlithgow railway station, so you can check your train
times at the station, pop in here for a pint while waiting, head back to
the station to find you've just missed your train, then head back to the
pub. If planned properly, you could miss countless trains and quaff lots
of ale. Platform 3 is a small and pleasant pub which has a model train trundling
endlessly back and forth on a wall. I was in here once and the bar staff
were handing out free sandwiches, which was a lovely touch. Of course
that doesn't mean you get free sandwiches all the time. It was probably
just a one-off. Nevertheless, you could rest your tongue on the bar and
smile at the bar person for as long as it takes for them to either
rustle up some tuna and onion sarnies or eject you from the premises.
[Forgive me, but I have been distracted. On checking my Pocket Scots
Dictionary to see if 'sarnies' is the correct spelling, or indeed a
real word that is a shortened version of sandwiches, I see to my dismay
that a Scots phrase for 'a very heavy drinker' is 'sand bed'. Good
grief, I wonder where that came from? It brings to mind peculiar visions
of group sessions at Alcoholics Anonymous in Scotland where new folk
have to stand up before everyone else, take a big breath, and say, 'I am
a sand bed.' The mind boggles!]