Listen up, ya gobshite — here’s how we handle your data. Spoiler: we barely touch it.
When you point your phone at your pint, we take a quick snap from your front and back cameras. That’s it. No names, no emails, no sneaky tracking.
We mash those two photos together with a cheeky quote to give you your result. All of this magic happens right in your browser — nothing leaves your phone unless you decide to share it.
If you hit “Share” and plaster your pint all over Instagram or anywhere else, that’s on you. Those services have their own rules — read them if you care (but you probably won’t).
Once you close or refresh this page, your photos are gone. Poof. Like the head on a badly poured pint.
Got a gripe? Think your pint rating was “unfair”? Believe the camera added ten years to your face?
Send your moans to: karen@stoutscan.com
This goes straight to Karen — our resident master of overreacting to minor inconveniences.
By emailing her, you agree to:
Complain at your own risk.
If we ever change this policy, we’ll stick the new one here with an updated date.
What would we even change? It’s simple enough — it’s just a pint, not the Good Friday Agreement.