Scott of the Bad Carpet

For the TWOP diaspora around the planet still holding onto Tim Winton level nostalgia for the Scotto (The Flying Scotsman née Candy Store) well, it’s just another vanished worst now. Despite seeing the last of the hipsters flat capped and stubbled, pathetically dipping into the Champion Ruby outside last week, the new version The Elford would be more suited to FIFOs draining pints of 50 Lashes at 6:50am on their way to Telfer. And once you’ve seen the interior then you can never unthink “airport bar” I always thought the place was an unpleasant hole myself, perhaps coloured by its proximity to the appalling Seinfeld mural. But many loved the dump. If you’re back for a visit, don’t bother. You might also avoid someone with a guitar doing Billy Joel covers in the corner.

No.

About AHC McDonald

Comedian, artist, photographer and critic. From 2007 to 2017 ran the culture and satire site The Worst of Perth
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6 Responses to Scott of the Bad Carpet

  1. Orbea says:

    Sing us a song you’re a FIFO man, sing us a song tonight, well we’re all in the mood for a breakfast pint, and we’re in a bar that is shite

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  2. James Street says:

    It’s a very very normcore pub indeed.

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  3. Bento says:

    Mrs Bento’s phone was stolen from her handbag at the old Scotto. I’d still prefer that over this abomination.

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  4. Snuff says:

    Shudder. The Cat & Fiddle Tavern & Bistro is spinning like a rotisserie.

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