I was cold, tired and hungry. All I really wanted to do was curl up on my couch and gobble up my chocolate bar while thawing in the living room. My friends suggested dinner and I half-heartedly agreed. I bundled myself up with a down jacket and a thick scarf to go trudging through four blocks. Thank goodness it was in the neighborhood or I might have just stayed put at home.
The interior is dark with low lighting, sparsely decorated and has a very “homey” sort of vibe. There’s the different beers available written out on chalk. The bar tiself is stocked, mostly with good Scotch whiskey. There’s no loud television to distract patrons, just seats and tables for diners and drinkers to mull over.
My friends and I sat over at the table with the small fireplace. With the crappy weather outside, I felt fairly cozy with the fire crackling beside me. Suitably warm and ready for dinner, I had the shepherd’s pie. I needed comfort food, and Duke of Perth delivered. At first, I thought the dish was a bit on the small side, but once I dug in, I realized how heavy the meal sat in my stomach. Yummy mashed potatoes, ground beef and veggies settled comfortably in my tummy. The light ales on tap went well with the meal. And the price wasn’t so bad either.
The Duke of Perth is not for everyone. Spaces are a bit tight, there’s nothing to keep you going besides good food, good ale and good company. It’s a great place if you want to have comfort food while conversing with friends. But if you want a raucous time, there are other louder pubs in the city. I like it because it’s a place to unwind after a tough day – it’s quiet and subdued. But maybe it’s because I went during a weekday.