Only if it’s candy. When I visited Edinburgh I found a fastfood shop where you could choose candy (mostly chocolate) from a menu, and they’d batter and fry it for you. I managed to eat half a deep fried Mars bar before I couldn’t ignore the agonizing screams my aorta anymore.
The shops between Edinburgh station and the castle are like some overwrought parody of Scottish stereotypes - it’s like walking through a discworld city.
I don’t remember where in Edinburgh this was, as this was almost 20 years ago, but it was probably in the area you mentioned because the street my hotel was at was filled with tiny shops selling whisky glasses and playing some sort of awful techno-bagpipe music.
The fast food shop was further away, though. I knew someone local who took me there.
Only if it’s candy. When I visited Edinburgh I found a fastfood shop where you could choose candy (mostly chocolate) from a menu, and they’d batter and fry it for you. I managed to eat half a deep fried Mars bar before I couldn’t ignore the agonizing screams my aorta anymore.
The shops between Edinburgh station and the castle are like some overwrought parody of Scottish stereotypes - it’s like walking through a discworld city.
I don’t remember where in Edinburgh this was, as this was almost 20 years ago, but it was probably in the area you mentioned because the street my hotel was at was filled with tiny shops selling whisky glasses and playing some sort of awful techno-bagpipe music.
The fast food shop was further away, though. I knew someone local who took me there.