In the place where Cross and Corner used to live there’s now a wee bar/restaurant on that corner of Broughton Street and Eyre Place called Brandon’s of Canonmills. A refreshing groovsters hangout with food that frankly my lips haven’t stopped smacking themselves about since we tried it.
When I say groovsters hang out clearly not just groovsters as we are about as far from the category as you can get and still be labelled human.
We are 3 middle aged woman and a sausage dog. Sounds like a film but no it’s just my life.
So just to clarify….dogs are very welcome indeed as is everyone it seems.
When you have hit the dizzy heights of 50 odd (with the emphasis on odd in this case) it’s disheartening and annoying the number of people who ignore you, don’t do eye contact or assume you are in for a cup of tea or a slash. Well our shower arounder was a charmer make no mistake and we loved him. So we booked a booth for supper later in the day thinking it was just a formality – after all a Tuesday night surely wouldn’t be busy. We were right, it wasn’t busy. It was packed.
2 main courses and a bottle of wine £30 – a good deal and too good to pass up.
One Sausage & 3 women ensconced. Happy days. As we arrived a very tired beach exhausted Charlie Chorizo was offered water which he slurped before falling asleep on my foot.
We had a couple of margaritas to start – blood orange margaritas – hello! A great kick start to any evening. there was no pressure of time so we set the pace giving more than ample time for our well over due gossiping.
Well the food was great. Delicious. Fresh. Imaginative. Slurp. Beetroot and goats cheese salad. A burger – just plain but perfect and panko rolled smoked jackfruit – wtf? I have no idea so I asked. It is an Indonesian fruit apparently which was a revelation.
Our smiley server described Jackfruit as having the same consistency as pulled pork – I was sceptical but he was bang on. The flavoursome pork impersonator oozed smoky paprika and the presentation was like 2 great big meaty delicious Scotch eggs (without the egg!)
Puds were great too. We had Mellis Cheese and oatcakes and – drum roll – adffogato – not with ice cream and espresso but with rhubarb ice cream and a shot of gin. Be still my beating heart.
Dear Santa I will be a good good girl if you promise to take me back here. Soon.
Its warm, welcoming, groovy, dog friendly, cocktail delightful, foodie hangout for all.
Its so good this lazy blogger has broken the habit of being a sloth and got back on the blogging horse. Woah.
The Brandon at Canonmills: Mmmmmnnnnnnn
If you fancy going down the Jackfruit route heres an article from The Guardian all about it.