My beloved best friend and former roommate, Zoe has been in town to take some big fancy grad school test, and it seemed the perfect occasion to test out Edinburgh Castle’s Pub Quiz. I rallied the troops, including new living companion Michael, Big Chris, Berkeleyist and Jason (hdjfgzs) and we enjoyed some wine and tapenade at 916A before heading out.
Arriving an hour early, we were still relegated to the second floor and expressed concern that we wouldn’t be close enough to the quiz. But, after assigning both beer and quiz runners and finding that a simple shout of “WHAT?” could get a question repeated, we settled in and prepared to throw down.
Once again, Big Chris dominated the team name choices and we settled on the classy and intimidating “Michael Jackson gave me a reacharound.” We’d lost previous team member Man on the Inside to some shitty lecture, but I needn’t have worried. Let me tell you something, folks. Jason plays one hell of a pub quiz. Much like Zo and myself, J’s in it to win it and I have a new found respect for his staggering intellect and early 90’s indie rock knowledge.
Zo, on the other hand, exudes a confidence perhaps unwarranted. When asked what the biggest peninsula in the United States was, the team responded with the obvious “Florida.”
“Oh no. It’s Alaska! It’s Alaska! I’m positive. It’s got to be. Alaska! Write it down!”
This photo captures her reaction when the host revealed the answer to be, what else? Yeah, Zo. Florida.
Alaska. Jesus Christ.
A word to the wise regarding Edinburgh Castle Pub. Don’t order the onion rings. I can’t vouch for the fish and chips, featured here, but those onion rings were not worth the inch they added to my ass. You can, however, flirt with the host and get an occasional answer hook up.
New Chris eventually joined us, just in time for the announcement of the winners and best team name. I’ll admit it. That Jackson was right. Edinburgh Castle runs a better pub quiz than the Bitter End, and the competition can be pretty fierce. I mean, we’re fucking smart and clever people. And we didn’t win.
Well, we won something.
Best Team Name!
That comes with a free pitcher of beer, y’all.
I am now officially addicted to Pub Quiz. We’re thinking The Albatross in Berkeley might be next. Word is, those Ivy League rejects take that shit pretty seriously.
Bring it on, Poindexter…