Dining out in Edinburgh
We were treated to several meals out by family members on our trip over and we’d like to share some of our visits and experiences with you here.
I was dubious as to whether Aurora would like Scotland’s unique haggis the first time she tasted it. In fact she loved it, and felt it had some similarity to the Spanish Morcilla in flavour.
At Rollo’s in Stockbridge, we got a new twist on this dish in the form of crispy balls of haggis (bon bon) served with a whisky marmalade. We are definitely going to have a go at re-creating this starter here in Norway with a tinned haggis I bought at the airport. My main was a lamb salad – surprisingly filling – and despite not usually being a rocket fan, I soon found myself enjoying these well dressed leaves.
Rollo’s is very popular – you’ll have to book to be sure of a table. They serve well presented and tasty food in a somewhat small, but cosy room. On the day, service was efficient but impersonal, with not a word exchanged from the waitress from the moment she took our order to the moment we were ready to leave – something we all came to comment on. I hope she just had a bad day, otherwise she’s definitely in the wrong business!
Britannia Spice Indian Restaurant – close to Ocean Terminal, Leith.
This once award winning restaurant was a huge disappointment. It was some years since I was there and it was fantastic, but this time it was just awful. The restaurant had few guests – a warning sign we should have taken notice of. The main course took 40 minutes to
arrive, and during the wait we discovered a large black cobweb just above our hosts seat.
Although the food did not differ in taste, the portions were small and served in simple unattractive white dishes. We had to swap one dish between us that was wrongly placed.
The service that I remember as amazing, was mediocre and slow. When eventually we felt it was time to let the manager know of our disappointment,the staff seemed hopelessly inept at dealing with the situation and would only allow the manager to comment. “Then please fetch him we asked.” A waiter returned alone, suggesting
he may be out for a smoke, but we had spotted him laughing throughout a phone conversation in a glass booth at the restaurant entrance, so off went the waiter once again.
After some minutes he eventually pocketed his mobile, and came over to our table. He gave the lamest performance I had ever heard – blaming the poor service on the fact it was impossible to get good staff because they were all driving taxis these days. He told us he had been manager since they started up and when we suggested it was on a downward spiral, he simply nodded and agreed. We shook our heads and left Britannia Spice for the last time!