Meet the BrewDog Edinburgh Team

BrewDog Edinburgh came into being at the start 2011 and since then has become a glimmering craft beer oasis in the heart of the city's historic Old Town. Reclaiming and revitalising what once was a lager-soaked karaoke den, the BrewDog bar has since metamorphisised via a whirl of reclaimed furniture, exposed brick work and plenty of steel.

Although perfectly at home alongside the Cowgate's smattering of grimy rock bars, BrewDog Edinburgh still manages to set itself apart as a craft beer alternative in a mainstream jungle. Oh, and we also serve homemade pizzas which are pretty good too. Here is your chance to meet the team behind BrewDog Edinburgh:

Andy is a man of few words. He is the gaffer and all round good bloke. ‘Nuff said. 

Jamie is our Assistant Manager and it is a well-known fact within the inner sanctum of the Brewdog brain trust that Jamie stores 67% of his beer knowledge in his hair. There is nothing that young Jamie ("Jambo" to his friends) enjoys more than turning his head quickly as to give a satisfying whoosh effect. He is often spotted roller-blading up and down the Cowgate for the sole reason of letting his hair dance in the wind like a Greek God. He is also allergic to toenails. 

Lego head? Perhaps. A ginger beer ninja? Seems likely. What a lot of people don't realise is the story of Lynn's humble beginnings. She hails from the more than likely fictional town of Glass. Alas, her origins are anything but translucent. The word on the street (it was actually a Crescent) was that Lynn was reared in the Sewers by a giant rat named Splinter. If asked, she would probably tell you that such talk is an antiquated indulgence of the loquacious.  This aside, Lynn has been fighting the good fight, both in the trenches and aloft in the upper echelons of the craft beer revolution. Don't tell Lynn the sky's the limit when seagulls don't own sphincters.  

Plucked from the mean streets of Glasgow (which was fortunate as he had just sold his last big issue and had just came off the back of trading his one-legged dog and ThunderCats sleeping bag for a bottle of old Dogma), this spunky young go-getter is the quintessential craft beer lounge lizard. Lock up your beers and your daughters. Richie’s unparalleled ability to cry one singular manly tear like a brazen mouse has just ejaculated on his cheek is just one of his two talents that drive the little lady folks crazy. He is also really good at jumping over stuff like fences, gates, dwarves, child support responsibilities (sic) and computer firewalls. Swoon.

Becky was first accrued from an extended work experience stay, until child labours laws were brought to our attention. Initially paid in Beer Bucks and Wasabi stout, this young punk is our gateway into the hearts and minds of the "Skins Generation", the future foot soldiers in the craft beer revolution. This blonde(ish? *cough*) bombshell is the creative epicentre of Edinburgh's Cowgate. Usually found with beer in mouth and chalk in hand, this artistic dynamo makes Rolf Harris look like Rudolph the Reindeer. 

Trained by craft beer assassins, this blood soaked killing machine only tells her spawning (she wasn't born, she hatched) name to her victims in a gentle whisper. She has trained under many masters including Nelson Sauvin, Simcoe, Chinook, Motueka and Citra, to name but a few. It is thought that "Charlotte" has a softer side. This is in fact not true. She doesn't. She is one dry hopped wrong'un. Not a lot is known about Charlotte but what we do know is that she is the craziest motherf***er to ever drink a Nanny State. Fact. 

go and see them all at BrewDog Edinburgh, 143 Cowgate, Edinburgh, EH1 1JS