Author Gaby Soutar

  It was Wednesday.   We were the only ones in the restaurant.   I was wearing a blue top, it was raining, we sat by the window and I ordered a steak sourdough sandwich with...

    It’s like assembling a jigsaw puzzle of an Arctic landscape.   We have about 30 unlabelled vacuum bags, five or so of which are in various shades of snow white, from nicotine...

  The floor is a bit sticky, but our small kitchen makes for a semi-decent dance studio.   I’m pulling out all the moves. He’s a bit Thunderbirds-like, with zero hip action and creepily...

Just as we round the final corner, our pithivier skids to the left.   “Nooooo!”, I screech, checking all the other precious cargo that’s stacked up on my lap and wedged into the...

  I’m a shady type.   In the summer, there’s no wandering around to look for the perfect hot spot.   You’ll find me lurking behind the shed, dodging the rays as if I’m...

    Face down in syrup isn’t the worst way to go.   When I reviewed this place on its opening three years ago, I mentioned the prevailing rescue advice of administering sugar in...

  We had a family birthday conference on Zoom recently.   As it wrapped up, the subject inevitably turned to what everyone was going to have for dinner.   The others’ teas all...

  A perfect paper-weight of a glacier.   It’s been a while since I had a negroni.   After choosing this cocktail (£9) as part of a delivery from Edinburgh restaurant, Le Roi...

  The collage of printed menus spelt TAKEAWAY.   It was hard to see inside, because there were so many of them taped to the window.   I’m finding it tricky to rate...

  Under lockdown, our favourite restaurants’ takeaway offerings seem to fall into a couple of groups. They either want to treat you like the princess/prince/poodle you most blatantly are, by helping...