Lunching with Teakle, we find ourselves soaked in wine, and declaring a love absolute for PIGGS – a gorgeous Spanish wine bar in the Canongate. The staff, the food, & the fact we’re now in our cheeky fouth hour: ALL DELICIOUS!
This happy story of sumptuous tapas & much merriment begins with yet another fabulous rosé. Good god, we exclaim, what is this sweet nectar??
Kerry – who’s attending multiple functions today, & has probably been imbibing since breakfast – informs us: it’s a red grape.
Attempting to be didactic [ adjective; intending to teach ] rather than condescending [ adjective; talking down to ] our dear friend has unwittingly forced us to raise an eyebrow & say: No shit Sherlock!!
Going on to drink another four bottles – we think – this gorgeous drop has a vibe of strawberries & cream, and is a perfect companion to the many dishes en route.
Picking a favourite taste is nay impossible, but we must say we’re thrilled at the presence of quince. It should be on EVERY cheeseboard, but sadly – middle class problem alert – it is not.
Seriously, what could be better than this? Moments later, we have our answer. Tortilla Española – which feels like an edible love letter to both potato and butter.
And the incredible tastes just keep on coming … the amazing churros in rich dark chocolate, coffee that’s a spiritual experience, and of course … MORE WINE!
SO … a toast to the wonderful PIGGS, its food & fabulous staff – especially the wonderful Laura from Tipperary, who rocks a tartan mini-skirt.
Reviewed Octoberber 2021