There’s a sign above the door at Artisan Roasters on Broughton street; ” JK Rowling never wrote here”. This is is not a tourist destination in Edinburgh- unless you really like your coffee. Which we do. We lunge through the door at 10 am on a Saturday morning. Artisan is a grungy sort of space […]
Eating out – Edinburgh
We didn’t come to Edinburgh to eat. We came to see a castle – and some comedy. We arrive smack bang in the middle of the Fringe Festival. I haven’t seen this many unwashed 22 year old boys handing out fliers, hoping to make someone laugh over a beer since at orientation week at University. […]