Here is an impressive statistic: David and I have only eaten ONE meal at a restaurant since we arrived here.* That's pretty mindblowing for a couple of food-loving yuppies.
Even our one meal out was pretty tame. It was for Rosh Hashanah, so we had a good excuse. But all we did was go to the Italian restaurant around the corner and SHARE a tortellini dish. I'm not sure that even counts.
Tonight, however, we have a dinner date at The Balmoral Hotel. There's a Michelin-starred restaurant in the stunning hotel on Princes Street, and I don't think I've been more excited about something here since the first time I saw Edinburgh Castle. I'll report back, but I will probably restrain myself from taking photos of the food. We are meeting up with some friends of my parents, and I need to behave like a good girl.
Now, I'm off to put a few ribbons in my hair before meeting David for a pre-dinner cocktail. I'm thinking ... gin. Yes, gin. I'm THAT mature.
*not counting the two baked potatoes we have had from The Baked Potato Shop. Those were snacks, anyway.
Even our one meal out was pretty tame. It was for Rosh Hashanah, so we had a good excuse. But all we did was go to the Italian restaurant around the corner and SHARE a tortellini dish. I'm not sure that even counts.
Tonight, however, we have a dinner date at The Balmoral Hotel. There's a Michelin-starred restaurant in the stunning hotel on Princes Street, and I don't think I've been more excited about something here since the first time I saw Edinburgh Castle. I'll report back, but I will probably restrain myself from taking photos of the food. We are meeting up with some friends of my parents, and I need to behave like a good girl.
Now, I'm off to put a few ribbons in my hair before meeting David for a pre-dinner cocktail. I'm thinking ... gin. Yes, gin. I'm THAT mature.
*not counting the two baked potatoes we have had from The Baked Potato Shop. Those were snacks, anyway.
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