Merete, EunYi and I at Phoenix, a 150 year old traditional style pub (with old men).
Yes, still polishing. I am a perfectionist. A meticulous, either on-off kinda gal. Once I'm there and I get started I can't get out of it. Once I'm out of it I can't get myself back into it. I will shove this effort down my throat until I'm able to swallow swords. Perfect plan.
We went into the perfect bar! I wrote down a list of supposedly good pubs that I googled for Dundee. Phoenix was rather good. Ed would approve! At least from the looks of it. Well, I thought the ale was alright, but still not the grandest selection.
Whilst out in the cancerous cold we bumped into Merete and dragged her inside.
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