I may have mentioned, previously, that I’m generally pretty hopeless when it comes to following other people’s recommendations for places to eat. As an illustration of this, a well-known literary paparazzo suggested that I should pay Tupiniquim a visit, somewhere around two years ago. So that’s how long I’ve been missing out on the absolute excellence on offer at this wonderful little Brazilian crepe kiosk.
Today’s sky was heavy and threatening. I suspected I might get caught in the rain, so legged it up the road with considerable swiftness of step. I was soon at the top of Middle Meadow Walk, where a joyfully sunny police box, containing the friendly Tupiniquim folks, awaited me.
They have a regularly changing selection of pancakes, across savoury and sweet tastes. They also have a selection of freshly squeezed juices, with the beetroot, carrot and apple variety immediately hooking me in. As I sipped on this sweetly earthy concoction, my pancake selection, the intriguingly named “release the chicken”, was prepared.
After questions around the application of homemade chilli sauce (yes) and jalapenos (yes) were answered, I was on my way, with an impressively bright and sizeable stuffed pancake in hand.
The light and crisp pancake was generously filled with lovely moist chicken, just enough cheese to bring things together, and ample virtuous goodness from sun-dried tomatoes, sweetcorn, and spinach. This was a hearty feast, with lovely flavours working harmonious, and a nice little kick from the chilli sauce.
So overall, I thought Tupiniquim was an outstanding place. I’ve visited towards the end of its peak season, as I can imagine few more enjoyable ways of spending a warm day than munching on one of their crepes while basking in sunshine, but even on the colder days, the fillings they have on offer will provide excellent insulation against the vicissitudes of the Scottish winter. Go now and go often.
Scores
Blythe scores Tupiniquim
4.5/5 for food
4/5 for presentation
4/5 for service
4/5 for setting
giving an overall 16.5/20
I ate: “release the chicken” pancake
I drank: beetroot, carrot and apple juice
I wore: brown shoes
Total bill: £7.50
You wore the juice, eh? Was your tie the sad (or secretly pleased) recipient of the hot pink juice?
That was a deliberate mistake that I made just to check you were paying attention