In the land of the monster
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Finally in Inverness! After a journey of two plane rides and a train ride with a great view of green, green hills and lots of sheep, I arrived in Nessie's city. Tired and ready for a nap, I decided to walk to my B&B (or guesthouse as they seem to be called around these parts). Of course I managed to turn left when I should have gone right - twice - but it wasn't too long (with some help from some locals) before I made it to the Crown Hotel Guesthouse, my "home" for the next two nights.
Once I got in to my room, thanks to one of the other guesthouse owners, I took a waaaaaaaaay overdo shower and felt a bit more human again. I decided I needed to go out for a walk (following the directions of the previously mentioned other owner) and find some dinner. Fortunately the restaurants and pubs were still open, because none of the shops are past 6PM!
I decided on the Smith and Jones pub, and placed my order for fish and chips, as well as a raspberry lemonade mocktail (basically it seemed to be raspberry syrup with soda/seltzer water; so not a lemonade in the North American sense, but still good).
I got my (unsurprisingly) huge piece of fish with some chips, but was disappointed to find out that the "pot of tartar sauce" advertised on the menu was not fresh, rather individual packages of tartar. And my peas were cold! All in all, though, not a bad fish and chips, but the best I've had in the UK to date was in a little shop in Glastonbury, England when I was there a couple of years ago.
Something I've noticed on the menus both in Aberdeen and Inverness: potato jackets (aka potato skins) with all sorts of weird fillings. Sure there's your everyday cheese, but beans? Or tuna mayo?? Don't know if this carries over elsewhere in the UK, so I'll just chalk it up to the strangeness of Scots for now.
Now I was going to order some sticky pudding. I intended to get it to go (aka "take away" over here), but they didn't have anything to put it in for take away. So I wandered the streets, trying to find somewhere that did dessert take away. No luck. Unlike in North America, I guess people don't take leftovers home?
After all that wandering, I ended up back at The Auctioneers, one of the pub/restaurants where I had asked about dessert take away.
O.M.G. Delicious toffee sugary overlaod! The pudding is somewhat like a heated plain muffin, but with the warm toffee covering it? Superlatively fabulous! I don't know if all places make it that well, but I would recommend stopping into The Auctioneers anyway. Not only is the sticky toffee pudding really good, but the atmosphere is comfortable and the music is decent and not too loud.
As I finished my cup of tea, I started pondering my bed as it had been a long couple of days of travel and I had a date with Nessie in the morning!