Well I think I re-understand the word late - something I just generally am - became a serious issue at Edinburgh Fringe. There are phsyical concequenes up there - n o e n t r y. For example, 4 minutes late - no entry to "Beautiful Burnout' / 1 minute late - no entry to "The not so fatal death of Uncle Freddo" / on time (but at the wrong venue) nearly no entry to the late shows. Three timz in one evening, you need to re-evaluate your life, take some responsibility
I blame my gut. Possible cultural capital took a beating while I filled up on sea bream and espressos. So, rather than comment on what I saw at the festival i'm probz more adept to tell you where I ate.
Mussle Inn (Rose Street): WIOZ this place is so great. Chill outside on the cobbled street, while you feast on a bucket of mussles. Be prepared to share your table - but let them be prepared that in your mussle excitment, excess white wine sauz is likley to fly excitedly from your mouth to their cheek, becasue you will be slobbering "delicious" again and again.
The Square (Bottom of Nth street St Andrews, near the Stand commedy club): 6 soups of the day, today that incl. mushroom & stilton / red thai - both smelt real good. I had goats cheese, chorizo and pesto ciabatta. G O O D.
Forth Floor Restaurant @ Harvey Nics (St Andrew Square): Hello skyline. Hello grannite of edinburgh. Looks over St Andrew square gardens, pretty ritzy, eat sea bream and drink prossecco, allow your self a little glamour.
Hendersons (bottom end of hanover street): Savoury lovers dream. Check out that deli counter - highly recommended for any sort of picnic supplies, i.e. sparking elderflower juice / stompolis / vine leaves / falafal
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