Just before Christmas, The Daily Meal published its list of top 25 restaurants in England and Scotland. Among the obvious, not to say high and mighty, (The Fat Duck, Alain Ducasse at the Dorchester and St. John Bar & Restaurant), was a humble chipper (trans: fish and chip shop) on the east coast of Scotland called the Anstruther Fish Bar.
Located in the Fife town of Anstruther, the award-winning restaurant goes like a fair, to use the Scots version of “busy as heck.” Continue reading
During my misspent youth I worked as a barmaid in our local village pub. The Black Horse was a proper “drinking” pub and we did a brisk trade in pints of local beer, restorative tots of rum for the local fishermen and beverages for the “ladies”—Dubonnet and lemonade, snowballs, sweet sherry and the like.
The menu, such as it was, featured a couple of choices of sandwiches, elderly and rather dubious pies, and crisps and peanuts. And that, in 1970s Britain, constituted pub food. Continue reading