Local Flavor

Scottish food.

I've done the meat pies, the 'real' fish and chips, and won't do the hagus, but the best restaraunt that I've found here is a small out of the way place on a little curvy, downsloping sidestreet behind our performance venue.

It's Mexican.

And it's owned and operated by locals. Scottish locals.

The taste of this stuff is amazing. I don't know WHY they have a Mexican place here... maybe it's to break the mold of the local pub atmosphere (one every other doorway), but in any case it's the best Mexican I've had since Cheyenne's, a place that was within walking distance from where I live in Marietta, closed years ago.

Adding to this is the fact that it resides on this aforementioned low-key street, seemingly a world away from the chaos of the Royal Mile festivities where the Fringe Festival sort of congeals into this packed mass of flesh, noise, and plaid. This is not to say this street is deserted... quite the opposite. However, the folks walking along are usually business owners, store regulars, and only a discreet number of Fringe stragglers and passer-throughs, just to keep it interesting for people watching.

I loved sitting at one of the outside tables today listening to the passing brogues, surrounded by the gothic architecture... and eating my burrito.