Travelling man
Having managed to avoid boats, planes and hotel rooms for almost two months I find myself in a 7 flights in a fortnight whirlwind to the isles again.
Long weekend in Shetland followed by a couple of days in Orkney, home on Friday night and back in Orkney today, Sunday.
Tuesday will be Shetland again and back home on Friday. Unbelievably there’s a hint of having to return to Shetland the following Monday, hope not though, you really can have too much of a good thing.
I read on a tourist leaflet on the plane up today that there is supposed to be a beer festival on today. Not sure where that’s being held as there was only three bikers drinking coffees and myself with a can of Rekorderlig Swedish Premium Pear Cider (not as sickly sweet as Koppaberg Pear Cider if you’re interested) in The Shore bar this evening. So an early night after dinner is planned.
I quite like The Shore hotel in Kirkwall, the rooms are nicely decorated, comfortable and I can relax in them, which is why I keep coming back, but there seems to be something Faulty Toweresque about their kitchens.
The first time I stayed here the smoked haddock was off the breakfast menu for three days because they had run out. Run out of haddock in Kirkwall? In the Orkney isles?
The next time I stayed I was sure that particular bolt of lightening couldn’t strike twice. Unfortunately this time they seemed to have run out of sausage, bacon and eggs as well as haddock. The kitchen had thrown in the towel on the breakfast menu and the hotel now only offers a “continental” breakfast. Not entirely sure which part of the continent enjoys a round of toast, a collapsed croissant and some cold cuts from Somerfield for breakfast though. Hungary perhaps.
Then there was the time I ordered a steak, at 6.45pm, forty-five minutes after the kitchens open, only to be told that they had run out. The hotel restaurant out of steak in the first hour of the evening.
Last time I was looking at the menu at 6.15pm only to see the waitress rub the crab cake off the specials board. Run out. In fifteen minutes. Surely a new record.
To be fair the board had said crab cake, singular. So maybe the chef had only made the one.
Not that there is anything wrong with the food when it arrives. Very tasty and in generous portions. Rice and chicken soup followed by Cajun chicken on noodles with veg and (of course) chips tonight.
It tasted much nicer than the Southern fried chicken flavour Pot Noodle that I had for lunch too.
STOP PRESS: Out of croissants this morning. Maybe I should ask which continent the "continental breakfast" is referring to.
I'd say roll on dinner time as every meal is another bewilderment, but no doubt they'll be out of rolls.
Long weekend in Shetland followed by a couple of days in Orkney, home on Friday night and back in Orkney today, Sunday.
Tuesday will be Shetland again and back home on Friday. Unbelievably there’s a hint of having to return to Shetland the following Monday, hope not though, you really can have too much of a good thing.
I read on a tourist leaflet on the plane up today that there is supposed to be a beer festival on today. Not sure where that’s being held as there was only three bikers drinking coffees and myself with a can of Rekorderlig Swedish Premium Pear Cider (not as sickly sweet as Koppaberg Pear Cider if you’re interested) in The Shore bar this evening. So an early night after dinner is planned.
I quite like The Shore hotel in Kirkwall, the rooms are nicely decorated, comfortable and I can relax in them, which is why I keep coming back, but there seems to be something Faulty Toweresque about their kitchens.
The first time I stayed here the smoked haddock was off the breakfast menu for three days because they had run out. Run out of haddock in Kirkwall? In the Orkney isles?
The next time I stayed I was sure that particular bolt of lightening couldn’t strike twice. Unfortunately this time they seemed to have run out of sausage, bacon and eggs as well as haddock. The kitchen had thrown in the towel on the breakfast menu and the hotel now only offers a “continental” breakfast. Not entirely sure which part of the continent enjoys a round of toast, a collapsed croissant and some cold cuts from Somerfield for breakfast though. Hungary perhaps.
Then there was the time I ordered a steak, at 6.45pm, forty-five minutes after the kitchens open, only to be told that they had run out. The hotel restaurant out of steak in the first hour of the evening.
Last time I was looking at the menu at 6.15pm only to see the waitress rub the crab cake off the specials board. Run out. In fifteen minutes. Surely a new record.
To be fair the board had said crab cake, singular. So maybe the chef had only made the one.
Not that there is anything wrong with the food when it arrives. Very tasty and in generous portions. Rice and chicken soup followed by Cajun chicken on noodles with veg and (of course) chips tonight.
It tasted much nicer than the Southern fried chicken flavour Pot Noodle that I had for lunch too.
STOP PRESS: Out of croissants this morning. Maybe I should ask which continent the "continental breakfast" is referring to.
I'd say roll on dinner time as every meal is another bewilderment, but no doubt they'll be out of rolls.
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