Worst Ever Pub Crawl

Met up with I and M tonight. To tell the truth, they came and dragged me out of work. How hard is it to find a decent bar in Embra on a dreich Tuesday night. One renowned Rose Street hostelry smelled like a badly run geriatric home (hope it was just fried fish)!
Failed miserably to find a restaurant serving food at ten pm. Resorted to disgusting fast food outlet in Waverley station while I waited forty minutes for my train.
How different from the glitzy private party at the Dome where we attempted to start our evening - only to be rebuffed by the bouncers who wouldn't even tell us who the press were waiting for.
Oh how the other half live!