My morning saw my criss-crossing Edinburgh in highly silly fashion, this morning. From home in Haymarket, I first went to Portobello to visit the dentist (one filling, scale and polish), then from Porty it was to Saughton for a meeting, then back to the city centre for another meeting, before the lunch bell rang to …

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MJ’s Verdict Since both Blythe and I have been kind of busy for the past week, we decided to go out for a spot of dinner as opposed to our usual lunching. I was given a few options and decided on the Piatto Verde out by Fountain Park. As always, I was early and could …

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Outside Blythe’s Verdict In the words of the poet Burns, “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men/Gang aft agley”, but today we weren’t left with “nought but grief an’ pain” as instead of our planned trip to Pomegranate (which, all being well, with now open on Saturday), we headed over the road to long-standing pizza …

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From the same stable as Amarone comes Barolo Grill, a lovely little Italian style palace, on Glasgow’s Mitchell Street.Interior With dark crystal light-fittings and smartly appointed booth seats, this place had a group of forty “mature” French tourists, who arrived shortly after I was seated, purring with notes of Gallic approbation. The a la carte …

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My dining choices are often decided by external factors. Sometimes, other people get to choose the restaurant. These people are brave, and I salute them, as steered away from my routine spots, I often find pleasures that are quite unexpected. On this occasion, internal factors made my choice, as my desperation for micturitional relief dictated …

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