Summary
THANKFULLY, there is a little corner of Scotland that will be forever France. Even more fortunately, it's on my doorstep, hidden away right in the heart of Edinburgh. Not that it's exactly an obscure location: Cafe St Honore may be down a side street, off a side street, but quality will always out and the place has become ferociously popular with well-heeled New Town 50- and 60-something couples. Clearly, honeymooning in Paris was all the rage back in the late 1960s.
If I have a complaint to make about the place (and what would a review be without a whinge, eh?), it's twofold. Firstly, the restaurant is getting just a little too well frequented for its own good. Whereas you used to be able to book at short notice and still get a table on a Friday or Saturday night, these days, even on a wet Wednesday, you'll need to have scheduled it in like a meeting with the bank manager.See the full content of this document
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Gallic Bred
My second reservation (or not, as you'll see) is that elements of the couldn't-give-a-toss attitude to service that is par for the course in Paris appear to h...
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