The Kilted Pig

There is a little restaurant about a two minute's walk from Ryan's work called the Kilted Pig.  Like must eating establishments here, it is also a pub.  But unlike bars in the US, Edinburgh doesn't allow smoking indoors, which is just lovely.  Whilst Preston was at Buroughmuir Secondary School, Calvin, Simon, and Annie at Craiglockhart Primary, and Owen at Tyncastle Nursury, my husband and I went out to lunch.  This is something I could get used to everyday.

If I were to start up a restaurant in Edinburgh, I would also name it the Kilted Pig.

The waiter asked me what I wanted to drink.  I asked what kind of juice they had.  He then listed Coke products, and then I asked about fruit juices.  He asked if I wanted an appetizer, and then I gave up.  About a minute later he returned with an "Appletiser," which is like Martinelli's... only even better!

Today we took the plunge and tried haggis balls, which was haggis rolled in oats and then deep fried, served with a mango chutney.  Tasted just like fried eggrolls.  I also had stovies with sausage, which is comfort food at it's most comforting, potatoes and ham kind of scrambled.  Excellent.  The other dish was ham and lentil soup, and it was good.  I wish they sold t-shirts with a pig wearing a kilt.  I would buy one.

I was in the middle of putting clean laundry away, when I caught my husband and son praying at the same time but not together.  Yes, Owen is wearing a home-made juice box jet pack.