Postcard from Edinburgh - The ladies' special
Café Piccante in Edinburgh is quite a place. It has very good food, but that’s not why I love it. It does deep fried mars bar, but that’s not why I love it. It’s licensed, but that’s not it…okay, so it is a bit.
No, the reason that Cafe Piccante deserves to be visited and patronised by every right thinking person everywhere is that at the end of the many choices of food listed there on the board above the counter, is the ‘ladies' special’.
The ladies' special is chips and cheese and a glass of wine.
Let’s take those one at a time. Chips and cheese? Chips and cheese! Chips. And cheese. This I now know to be chips with grated cheese melted on top of it. I saw a lady come in, order this and then sit down and eat it with every indication of relish. Thinking about it, what’s so odd? In the wild West Midlands we love our chips and curry sauce (better for avoiding a hangover than not actually drinking), and in t’north they love their chips and gravy. Trust the classy Edinburgh crowd to come up with a development where you can actually add another solid…that then goes to a liquid state!
But it’s the glass of wine with the ladies special that really makes it for me. That touch of class that hints that you also need to be a wee bitty pished to really enjoy your chips and cheese.
The mans' special, by the way, was a burger and a bottle of beer. What’s so fucking special about that? I want my glass of wine!
No, the reason that Cafe Piccante deserves to be visited and patronised by every right thinking person everywhere is that at the end of the many choices of food listed there on the board above the counter, is the ‘ladies' special’.
The ladies' special is chips and cheese and a glass of wine.
Let’s take those one at a time. Chips and cheese? Chips and cheese! Chips. And cheese. This I now know to be chips with grated cheese melted on top of it. I saw a lady come in, order this and then sit down and eat it with every indication of relish. Thinking about it, what’s so odd? In the wild West Midlands we love our chips and curry sauce (better for avoiding a hangover than not actually drinking), and in t’north they love their chips and gravy. Trust the classy Edinburgh crowd to come up with a development where you can actually add another solid…that then goes to a liquid state!
But it’s the glass of wine with the ladies special that really makes it for me. That touch of class that hints that you also need to be a wee bitty pished to really enjoy your chips and cheese.
The mans' special, by the way, was a burger and a bottle of beer. What’s so fucking special about that? I want my glass of wine!
Labels: Chips, Edinburgh, Fish and Chips, Food, Scotland
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