I must confess, I’m not of a soup eater.
I think it stems to how I used to eat it as a child. I’d butter about 8 slices of white bread, eschew the spoon and just start dipping. I think that the comedian Seann Walsh says it best (skip to about 2:19):
Before I go ahead and tell you how to enjoy what’s left of your delicious Christmas Dinner this year, understand that I’m in no way talking about the main event. Whether that be turkey, duck, beef or a nut loaf.
You and I both know that the centrepiece of your festival feast will have been picked clean by now. Used in sandwiches, wraps and midnight excursions to the fridge as you nibble “just a smidge” while deciding what you actually want to eat.
The turkey is gone, you’re just going to have to face facts, I’m afraid.
You’ve got to love these voucher websites. While some may feel uncomfortable using them, the truth is that they offer us lesser mortals the opportunity to wine and dine in some exceptional establishments which would usually be out of our price bracket. Or they allow us to try out a restaurant which we would have previously missed on our search for gastronomical fulfilment.
Anna and I use ItIsOn, which caters for (pun intended) Edinburgh, Glasgow, Aberdeen, Dundee and Newcastle-Upon-Tyne (just in case you thought I meant the -under-Lyme version). And we have been able to enjoy some incredible meals in some wonderful places across the city. We also went somewhere stuffy, pretentious and unwelcoming… but that’s for another story.
Anna had decided to treat me recently to one of said vouchers and our latest excursion took us to the Royal Mile and into a well hidden restaurant named Monteith’s. Continue reading
There are only so many times you can make the same journey home before even the prospect of walking in your front door becomes a chore. Anna and I had tread the same paving stones after a wander through Edinburgh so many times, it had all become a blur. It became an almost involuntary motion as we put one foot in front of the other and slowly shuffled our way home.
One day, we decided to throw it all to fate and take a right turn.
It was the best right turn I have ever taken.
What began as simply a change of scenery took us from France to Cairo, Taipei and onward to many distant places.
Little did we know, that simple diversion from our steadfast path would take us on the Voyage of Buck.
I don’t know what the etiquette is for reviewing the place where you work as I have never encountered this issue before. If I have a great time and tell you all how wonderful it is, I run the risk of seeming quite disingenuous or sycophantic. If I had a terrible time and told you the warts and all story of my ordeal… I would probably get fired.
It’s a pretty Catch 22 situation I found myself in.
That being said, after a short deliberation with myself, I realised the inalienable truth about any and all blogs. I don’t have to write anything.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been incorrect for a long proportion of my adult life. There exists, out there in the world, a drink which we have forced to hide in the shadows, gathering dust on bar shelves across the country due to our own ignorance and misinformation.
As you have gleaned from the title, I am talking about tequila.
I can feel you all turning up your noses and reaching for the door as I type these words. I implore you to hear me out!
I love pizza. It’s one of the purest and most accessible foods in the world yet it never becomes boring. We’ve all heard the adage “Pizza is like sex, even when it’s bad it’s pretty good”. It’s undeniably true.
There is no such thing as bad pizza.
Good Morning everyone and welcome to the best news you will get for a while. I recently started working at Wahaca (by the way, there’s a Wahaca opening in Edinburgh).
That’s not the good news. Well, it is for me. I’ve got a job and I get to eat award winning Mexican street food until I pass out.
The good news, as you may have already guessed, is that they are giving away free tacos.
Just to clarify, I am still not gluten intolerant. I also don’t really much care for pancakes. Shocking, I know, but they’ve never really tickled my tastebuds.
I would wager that no one really likes pancakes, they just like the toppings and love the fact that someone, somewhere has made it acceptable to eat a plate of Nutella without looking like a delinquent.
That being said, Anna loves them. She is also worse at getting out of bed than I am (on occasion). Actually, when I didn’t live here, she was perfectly fine getting up in the morning. I feel I’ve been a bad influence on her while she has been a great influence on me. Like some sort of societal obligation osmosis. We will soon find a balance whereby we are both perfectly comfortable getting out of bed at least before midday.
Another amazing alcohol company has asked my humble opinion on their delicious elixir of fun, frivolity and fun times.
This time, it was from one of my favourite whiskies, Johnnie Walker. However, they were less concerned with my mixology prowess and more inquisitive about my thoughts on food pairings for their whisky.