You can never be overdressed or overeducated
Last weekend, my friend Stephanie was in town for a flying visit to the Edinburgh Festival. Last time I saw her, we managed to grab a quick dinner together in London, so this time we decided to grab a slightly lengthier dinner in Edinburgh. Next time, I think we might aim for Paris. Or Rome, maybe. Actually, it would be pretty cool to have dinner ALL OVER Europe, and why the hell not? Oh yeah: money. Damn.
Anyway, Terry and I headed into the city on Saturday night to meet up with Steph, who had just arrived. A lot of the restaurants in Edinburgh don’t take reservations during the Festival, because it’s just so busy, but we were lucky enough to get a table right away at Browns on George Street, which is a chain Terry and I eat in fairly often, and always enjoy. This time, rather than sitting inside the restaurant, we were in a little marquee they’d set up on the pavement outside, in a bid to try to cope with all of the extra people who pile into the city every August. I had my doubts that it would be warm enough, and we did have to move inside for hot chocolate at the end of the meal, but it was a nice change to get to sit outside: or outside-ish, anyway. We were within earshot of the fireworks which go off from Edinburgh Castle at the end of the Tattoo every night, and we also had a great view of the torrential rainstorm that started up right before said fireworks. Oh, Edinburgh, never change!
I started off with the best intentions of taking some awesome food shots to share, but, as is always the case with me, as soon as our sharing platter of starters arrived, I forgot all about that, and just got stuck in. This is why I’m not a food blogger. We did have a nice meal, though (I had the burger: I almost always have the burger in restaurants. I hardly ever eat burgers – or meat, really – the rest of the time, but as soon as I see one on a menu, my mouth starts watering uncontrollably…), and a lovely catch-up, which was, once again, much too short. Still: having not seen each other for the past two years, Stephanie and I have now manged no less than TWO meet-ups in the space of a few weeks, so that has to be a good thing, right?
And I’m really not joking about Paris. You should NEVER joke about Paris, people…
♥ River Island dress [old] ♥ Casadei shoes* ♥ Philip Lim ‘Pashli’ bag* ♥ I’ma let you guess where the cardigan is from < / sarcasm>
(*Totally joking about Paris.)