Starter was salmon ceviche with a lime, chilli, caper and coriander dressing. When Charlie had mentioned salmon Ceviche we realised that a Billingsgate adventure was on the cards, however with both of us working during the day and miles away from Billingsgate we were not looking forward to trekking there at an eye watering 5 am. Enter Marky Market, our fantastic new find who does the trekking and price wrangling at both Billingsgate and Smithfield markets and then delivers his bounty to your front door… long live Marky Market!
As the ceviche was cleared and the odd diner sloped out the back for a sly fag an odd noise was heard from one of the bedrooms, it steadily grew, guests started to look nervous when suddenly our very own Altenburg piper emerged…glowing!
As Jock the piper piped away some merry tunes we hurried away at assembling the haggis millefuille made up of rosti, haggis, pomme purée, bashed neeps, stir fried greens and wiskey and onion cream, my mouth is watering again, I think I just dribbled on my key pad. With 25 plates to serve up, the heat was on and the photographer was serving, so after all Charlie’s hard work we have no pictures for you to salivate over, trust me Robbie B would have been chuffed to bits.
And so it was onto the pudding, with no batter in sight until now it was time to make its entry, deep fried Celebrations were on the menu with whisky ice-cream and home-made shortbread, good-bye calorie counter.
By the time pudding was rounded the corner the piping and whisky had certainly started to take it’s toll. Tables were pushed aside and Altenburg Kitchen’s version of dancing with the stars Scottish-style erupted…
at 3 am we finally said good-bye to the piper and the chef of the hour….