Ever since B’s car broke down a few weekends ago, we’ve been like birds with clipped wings. No more weekend migrations to the coast or the Highlands; no last-minute road trips back west to see my family; we’ve even started getting our shopping delivered (this feels a little lazy and too twenty-first century to me). Yet, in reducing our ability to travel, we’ve explored more of … Continue reading Short & sweet: Sundays at Söderberg
When we talk about creativity, we’re guilty of associating it solely with music, culture, literature or art. But what about bartending? I’d never really given much thought to this but — one nippy November night in Scotland’s capital — we opened the door to Blackbird, a cosy pub in Bruntsfield, and discovered this alcoholic artistry for ourselves. Our host for the evening was Joshua Ramsay and, … Continue reading Exploring Edinburgh: Behind the bar at Blackbird
If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you’ll know one thing: aside from Scotland (of course) we love Italy. It’s the one place that we’ve consistently saved enough pennies to return to, where the food is so simple yet so good and where the capital is crammed with history. So — even when we’re in Scotland — any excuse to remember those heady, … Continue reading Exploring Edinburgh: A late lunch at Jamie’s Italian
Although Edinburgh doesn’t fully feel like home to a west coaster like me, it does have its plus points. Hills pushing through the town cobbles, crescents of beautiful buildings and — quite conveniently for my stomach — a host of new eateries to explore. At weekends, our haunt seems to be Henderson’s, an established veggie restaurant just over the New Town’s hump. And, finally, we’ve settled … Continue reading Exploring Edinburgh: A weekday lunch at Relish, Leith
A day after returning from Rome in September, we were having gelato withdrawal symptoms (it’s a common occurrence, just ask your doctor). So when B’s family started talking about a place called Vanilla Joe’s — which has recently scooped Scotland’s Best Gelataria at the Italian Awards — our curiosity rumbled along with our tummies. So, with our tans still glowing, we zoomed down to Irvine to … Continue reading Why Irvine is Scotland’s ice cream capital!
It was during a historical slave walk through Glasgow‘s crumbling streets when a young farmer turned graphic designer stumbled upon — then was eventually followed — by a mysterious figure named James McCune Smith… Months later, with a rented Duke Street premises under his thumb, Dan Taylor was sitting in the pub discussing ‘shitty names’ for his café. ‘My brother was reading them out. Yummy Yum, … Continue reading Review: McCune Smith Café, Glasgow