Mar 30, 2007 15:39
My colleagues took me today to lunch in Oak Rooms. The waitress has honestly earned her tip with the story of the oak furtniture. She told us that both the furniture and the bar stand were made with the wood from the oaks that had been growing in the churchyard where Robert Burns wrote most of his poetry.
Almost as good as the story of the coffee room in Caius college which has oak panels made from captured Spanish warships.
The seafood pasta was excellent, even if without reference to its exalted literary history.
In the course of the lunchtime conversation I also learned of a rather special restaurant in Glasgow, but about that later. Need to visit it first in appropriate company.
wonders,
stories