I trusted my navigator's guidance. My girlfriend directed me on our road trip to Skye, stopping just past lunchtime at the Invergarry Hotel located in a small town called, believe it or not, Invergarry. Here's a bizarre fact that you honestly don't care to know: when you read about places like Edinburgh and Inverness, know that there are more places which sound just like them in Scotland. Fraserburgh, Invergordon, Newburgh.
But today, it's Invergarry and its namesake hotel, open all year according to its sign, a required disclaimer as we'll soon discover. We were the only ones in the restaurant this afternoon, guaranteed to elicit maximum attention. The hotel is admittedly, unabashedly, Scottish. Even the carpets are in a tartan. The bathroom doubled as the meat locker...I think. Thankfully, the functional fireplace held an actual fire with actual wood so the dining area was warm this nippy afternoon. The décor was pleasant with numerous fishing poles hanging over scenic landscapes photographed probably just over the hill.
Taking a quick glance at the menu, I immediately felt compelled to order the haggis for a starter, though the dish which arrived looked nothing like what you'd expect, with the desired meat sitting in a deep dish under a roasted onion sauce. Still amazing. And while "the" girlfriend ordered a traditional Scottish breakfast, I tackled the beer battered west coast haddock with homemade tartare (their spelling) sauce, buttered peas & handcut chips.
Now this is going to come as a shock to some, but I've never had fish & chips before. Honest to God. I was still not over my fish phobia when I was in England last, only having conquered my aversion to seafood in the last year. I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass. My girlfriend Scottish breakfast made my morning meals at the Mayfield house taste like slop. Both the haggis and black pudding were incredible. I know people will cringe at my mention of haggis, but it's an amazing food. I could live on it. Seriously, it makes crack look like coffee.
Back to Invergarry's hotel, I learned something this day about tipping in Scotland. It's really difficult to do. No credit or debit card machine offers a tip option, and employees keep insisting on giving back change.
No. Keep it. Well. No. Dwaah!
Basically, you have to be clandestine, leaving change on the table and hoping they don't notice it right away as you dive into your car and race off.
It should be noted that if you are driving from Edinburgh to Skye and are feeling a might peckish, there are not a lot of options come the afternoon. Perth is too close and most other restaurants we passed would probably fail a health inspection. I doubt anything else could have really measured to Invergarry Hotel. Great food, good service, and awesome accents.
Food: 4.5/5
Service: 4/5
Presentation: 4/5
Value: 4/5
Recommendation: 4/5 read more