It can be said that Scotland has a pretty unhealthy relationship with drink, and that it is firmly ingrained within our nationโs culture.
It is funny that growing up in Scotland in the 1980s, drinking outdoors was certainly not something to be aspired to, however these days we are now a bit more cosmopolitan.
Post lockdown easing has meant that having a wee swally outdoors with a meal has become quite the thing.
While the latest tranche of regulation relaxations means we can now enjoy an alcoholic beverage or two inside pubs and restaurants can serve up until 22:30pm, except in Glasgow and Moray for the moment.
However, I have heard that in Gallus Glasgow, the prohibition measures might have been, shall we say, circumvented in one or two establishments.
I have heard tales of coffee cups, nudge nudge, wink wink, taps the side of the nose conspiratorially, that might have been filled with champagne, in celebration of a wedding anniversary.
I have no reason to doubt the veracity of my source, and knowing Glaswegians I donโt believe it will be an isolated incident.
However Iโm still not ready for long distance travel in a westerly direction yet, so instead Iโm hitting downtown Innerleithen, in the Scottish Borders, for โa wee bevvy indoors with ma dennerโ instead.
Iโve booked by phone for lunch at the historic Traquair Arms, and I cannae wait.
All day I catch myself humming the wee tune from dancing man Guinness advert in the 1990s. Catchline: Good things come to those who wait.
My elder daughter has been persuaded to be my designated driver, so I can enjoy an alcoholic beverage.
Result, so it turns out there are advantages to having teenagers who drive after all.
We pitch up at the appointed hour and write our contact details on the form by the door, before we are escorted to our table in the stylish restaurant.
We had the pick of the seats in both the bar and restaurant and we chose a light and airy window seat.
Then the waiter arrives and utters the phrase, I have been longing to hear, โWhat would you like to drink?โ
How long have I waited for this moment?
It is music to my ears, and this little drink will taste like a small victory against Covid.
However, now Iโm completely in a dither, what to order? Whisky, gin, champagne, vodka or should I just go for an Ice cold in Alex moment, and order four cold Carlsberg lagers?
In the end I just wimp out with a half pint of draft Stewartโs beer (ยฃ1.95)ย my excuse it wasย a Monday and the sun was barely over the yardarm.
After perusing the menu further, we order a couple of starters.
First a bread board with marinated olives and herb oil (ยฃ5) which we shared, it arrives delivered with a flourish, on a slate with toasted chunks of loaf.
We rip the slices apart and dipย them in basil infused loveliness before devouring them hungrily.
I confess a minor complaint, is that I prefer my bread untoasted.
Fortunately our olive-skewering skills are on point and we manage to impale them all without incident.
We also shared the starter portion of crispy fried polenta chunks (ยฃ6) which were brought to the table wading in spiced red pepper sauce with sliced radish and pea shoot salad.
As payment for driving here, my daughter decides on a main course of Traquair Arms steak and ale pie (ยฃ12.50) as sheโsย a bigย fan of the dish.
It is served with a munro-sized portionย of spring onion mash and lashings of sautรฉed green cabbage, mangetout and green beans.
The meaty filling, contained within a crisp pastry shellย was tasty, and definitely hits the pie spot, or high spot.
I opted for homemade gnocchi, pan roasted with lemon juice along with tender stem broccoli, with nuggets of broken toasted walnuts and blue cheeseย (ยฃ12.50) which was comforting, warming and delicious.
Or perhaps I am describing the ale I have almost finished.
The music in here is an uplifting medley of classics. These included Elton Johnโs Tiny Dancer, andย you will be glad to hear that as Iโd onlyย had one drink Iย refrained from busting out my moves.ย
Next was Sugar, Sugar by The Archiesย which was timed to perfection as we made our dessert choices.
The chauffeur in the party went for waffles mixed with fresh berries and a substantial dollop of clotted cream (ยฃ5).
In allegiance with the good folks of the west I had to order the chefโs special of the day which was Irn Bru cheesecake (ยฃ6).
Thankfully it was not as bad as the nightmarish vision I had expected it to be.
Instead it was an elegant dessert with a jellied day glo layer on top of a panna cotta style filling andย a crunchy biscuit base.
I drained the last of my glass in commiseration with the people in Moray and Glasgow, who I wish may soon have happier times ahead, but this simple pleasure had filled my heart with optimism for the future.
Slainte.
