Next to Peterhead, which we’d visited before but were delighted to see had been revamped since, with an Arbroath-style big logo on red background, lots of trendy wooden seats and even a sofa.
This restaurant was clearly a hub for the local community, packed with Peterhead folk young and old. But mainly young and baseball-capped, on the sofa next to the door. One was shivering for Scotland, that’s what being cool does for you.
I had a hot and spicy chicken burger, while Stu opted for a frankfurter in a bun (sadly no longer known as the Bender In A Bun. Ah, memories).
Ratings: three from me, three-and-a-half from Stu.
As for Peterhead, it’s a grey town and a very compact one, but not unpleasant. We even tracked down a sports shop with a proud range of Peterhead FC merchandise. I was tempted by a Peterhead FC shirt, but put it swiftly back on the rack on spotting the £38 price tag. Worse was to come…
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