Daniel Neuhaus
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After a day of Speyside tastings, Mom and I ducked into The Flying Stag, Fife Arms’ public bar that feels equal parts hunting lodge and art gallery. Antler chandeliers glow over tartan banquettes, but the welcome is pure Highlands hospitality. I started with a Swiss lager poured ice-cold; crisp malt washed away the peat and left room for the kitchen’s leaner fare. The venison burger arrived perfectly pink, smoked-maldon salt popping against horseradish slaw, while Mom kept it lighter with a pea-lovage risotto the chef happily tweaked around her no-feta rule.  
Service made the night: staff anticipated refills, shared local hill-walking tips, and never batted an eye when we asked to swap chips for salad. Being resident upstairs meant an easy wobble back to our room, but the bar buzzes with hikers and locals alike, so you’ll feel at home whatever your postcode. Prices lean tourist-hotspot, yet quality and charm justify the tab, especially when that final sip of lager pairs with live fiddle music by the fire. If you’re roaming Royal Deeside, pencil in a pint here; it hits the spot