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Bigandyg
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Suprised this lovely wee bistro in the old town does not get more mentions,We ate there in easter and again in June,both times were top class the welcome and service were so friendly.Their homemade pies are a treat,I have had both the steak and the chicken and mushroom and both were lovely.In June while we were eating a guitar player started to play some nice gentle music which we enjoyed so I asked the waitress to get him a drink and he got a half pint and thanked us which I thought was great as he did not take anything more expensive and play on it.
We sat at the same table as we did a couple of years previous to that when it was owned by a strange Englishman.My wife ordered lasagne and after a long wait he came and slapped down a plate of something which was definately not lasagne.Nothing happened for quite a while and my wife left the platefull until he appeared again.He came out of the door with a very frightened waitress who gave us a clue of what was going to happen as she legged it down the street.He was quite the worse for wear and saw my wifes full plate and said to her forcefully whats wrong do you not like my ratatouille,as I sniggered a bit to myself my good lady explained politely that it was probably fine but she had ordered lasagne,he then exploded and threw the plate against the nearest wall and started to rant and rave about his wonderfull ratatouille.My better half is no shrinking violet but she decided to leg it down the street after the waitress and leave me to sort things out.I was determined to pay as in the back of my mind I was thinking he will be able to speak Spanish to the police and I could be in all sorts of bother.To digress for a moment this was our final meal before heading for home the next morning.As I asked for the bill he went nuts and headed into the bar screaming at the top of his voice about what he was going to do to me and did I not know who I was dealing with.There was one young couple at the bar and it must of been prime time viewing for them.I might be three score years but also six feet two and spent all of my life in the west of Scotland.I again calmly asked for the bill while watching out for him having a dig at me and instead he picked up the till and smashed it against the bar scattering the money everywhere and told me in some choice language to keep it all.I asked the couple to witness me taking the right change and walked out leaving him in a corner waiting for the men in white coats.I walked out looking for my wife and she was sitting in tears being comforted by a passing couple.We had a drink in the square and went passed his place but it was closed up and next time we went the following year it had changed hands to the present owners.
So there you go other posts at the moment are going on about the food being all important to have a memorable meal,this one was certainly that but I can not remember what I had to eat....perhaps it was ratatouille.
We sat at the same table as we did a couple of years previous to that when it was owned by a strange Englishman.My wife ordered lasagne and after a long wait he came and slapped down a plate of something which was definately not lasagne.Nothing happened for quite a while and my wife left the platefull until he appeared again.He came out of the door with a very frightened waitress who gave us a clue of what was going to happen as she legged it down the street.He was quite the worse for wear and saw my wifes full plate and said to her forcefully whats wrong do you not like my ratatouille,as I sniggered a bit to myself my good lady explained politely that it was probably fine but she had ordered lasagne,he then exploded and threw the plate against the nearest wall and started to rant and rave about his wonderfull ratatouille.My better half is no shrinking violet but she decided to leg it down the street after the waitress and leave me to sort things out.I was determined to pay as in the back of my mind I was thinking he will be able to speak Spanish to the police and I could be in all sorts of bother.To digress for a moment this was our final meal before heading for home the next morning.As I asked for the bill he went nuts and headed into the bar screaming at the top of his voice about what he was going to do to me and did I not know who I was dealing with.There was one young couple at the bar and it must of been prime time viewing for them.I might be three score years but also six feet two and spent all of my life in the west of Scotland.I again calmly asked for the bill while watching out for him having a dig at me and instead he picked up the till and smashed it against the bar scattering the money everywhere and told me in some choice language to keep it all.I asked the couple to witness me taking the right change and walked out leaving him in a corner waiting for the men in white coats.I walked out looking for my wife and she was sitting in tears being comforted by a passing couple.We had a drink in the square and went passed his place but it was closed up and next time we went the following year it had changed hands to the present owners.
So there you go other posts at the moment are going on about the food being all important to have a memorable meal,this one was certainly that but I can not remember what I had to eat....perhaps it was ratatouille.
