Here is the promo
Inver, a small restaurant tucked away in a village on the banks of a Scottish loch (that’s a lake, for you visitors), opened a few years ago to much praise: British restaurant critic Marina O’Loughlin simply wrote, “Go. Go by car or boat or bloody helicopter.”
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We’re talkin’ bout somtin like this ladddie
A story from the Telegraph
The last time I went for dinner at Inver, I drove from an unusually hot Edinburgh during Festival time, straight into the horizontal rain that I suspect surrounds Loch Lomond 363 days of the year. Such is Scotland: I always need a raincoat, but going always make me happier than anywhere else in the world.
Hmmm … happiness indeed! It gets better!
As I arrived, the clouds cleared, the setting sun bathed the ruin of Lachlan Castle in golden light, and I was left with a view from my table of the vivid moss and golden weeds around Loch Fyne. Then it got better. I had the best meal of last year in this unprepossessing whitewashed cottage, from potato broth that tasted like a buttery jacket spud to a blackcurrant leaf mousse with chunks of milk crumb.
Is that not enuf far ya?
One of my hobbies is to find links between localities and the special local products that they make. Usually, these products are made the same way now as they have been for centuries, and this adds to the charm.
Saveur offers a very nice example – heather honey from Scotland. As the article points out, you have to be really, really determined to make this.. The heather blooms only for a few days in September when most bees are already hibernating. And heather honey is very solid in consistency, making it devilishly difficult to extract from the comb.
But a few enterprising Scots do this — and I read that it is indeed worth the trouble. The taste is unique. Hmmm … a trip to Monachyle Mhor for the breakfast honey? You would get scenes like this
and you might find yourself enjoying a dram here
And they keep their own bees!
Here is a promo
This chic hotel may be easy to get to from the Central Belt, but hidden down a quiet glen it feels a million miles away. They are serious about food here and offer their own cookery courses to help you develop your knowledge, as well as farming their own sheep, cattle and hens. Check out their kitchen garden on arrival – the aroma of herbs and array of vegetables will build up your appetite for dinner, which features quite a lot of the garden’s produce alongside the likes of Perthshire lamb and Srabster-landed monkfish in a five-course extravaganza that showcases Scotland’s bountiful culinary larder to the full. The accommodation is as ambitious and impressive as the cooking, with suites rather than rooms, laden with oversized beds and stand-alone baths.
How is this for a glowing review?
There’s a moment when you realise you’re in the hands of a special talent: at Norn, that moment arrives with the butter. Small and insignificant in the scheme of a seven-course tasting menu (eight with the unannounced extra of a tartare of ripe, fruity tomato dressed with oil, chive flowers, salty little capers, lovage and croutons), it sets the tone for an extraordinary meal. Homemade, bright and yellow as its namesake flower, the sweet tang from its culturing is as stirring as good wine. Don’t tell me this is “just” butter; it’s so much more than that.
Woah! Here is the link to the Guardian review
You may have visited a castle. They are somewhat forbidding places. Like this
Dracula felt at home in a castle. And ghosts might as well. In fact, castles are prime departure points for fantasy
But there is a castle that breaks all these stereotypes. It looks more like this
It is a small castle in Scotland, not too far from Glasgow. It is a fun castle
How did this happen? it is fun to imagine a Picasso like Lord of the Manor who dropped acid one day and produced the thing. But the art on the walls is in fact a collaboration from Brazilian artists who were invited to paint up the castle by its owner.
It started back in 2007 when the owner, the Earl of Glasgow received an order – remove a “cement render” that had been applied to the walls back in the 1950’s. Hmmm … it turns out that this earl has kids and he actually talks to them. His kids had an idea. Why not paint the castle before the cement is removed. And so an invitation was issued to four Brazilian street artists and voila, as the French say.
You have until the summer 2015 to go and gawk at their masterwork. It may just be worth the trip.