Still further North sits Fraserburgh (we think it’s the UK’s Northernmost Wimpy, but let’s not count our chickenburgers). We parked near Fraserburgh FC, and in town found a Gentleman’s Outfitters selling Fraserburgh FC merchandise. And the away shirt was worth a look – in a fetching red Fraser tartan, a beacon on any pitch and certainly inside a Gentleman’s Outfitters. But, tempting as ‘twas, £40 was just too steep.
Wimpy was a large and airy one, nears the bus station in Hanover Street. Desserts again, with a Banana Longboat in a fetching plastic green leaf for Stu (pic to follow, again), and a chocolate fudge cake for me.
Four stars from both of us, first-class effort. Could even have been more, but for the music – just a Michael Bolton dirge away from equalling the aural GBH of the bowling soundtrack in Dundee. Mr Bolton's official website (go on, you know you want to) describes him as the "Soul Provider". Words fail me, though sadly not him.
Fraserburgh itself was another grey but friendly and compact place. The Tourist Information Centre was closed, mind you.
2 comments:
Hello Alistair, Stu and any other 'Wimps' with you!
Loving the blog - an original, thought provoking and educational social commentary on the nation's changing eating habits. I feel you aren't bowled over by the quality though yet...that elusive '5' is yet to come.
I hope this leads on to a UK tour!
Keep up the good eating,
Robin
Thanks, Robin, your support means a lot to us!
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