I meet my friend, an actual three-dimensional person, on Holy Corner, the Edinburgh crossroads where Bruntsfield meets Morningside, and heavenly seafood will soon meet me. We put on masks, open a heavy glass door, and step into a . It’s small, spartan, long like a lozenge, and save for one other table, empty. We select a table at the back, opposite the open kitchen (good for nosiness) and close to a wide open Dutch door (good for ventilation). SponsoredIt’s been more than a year since I ate in a restaurant.

Source: The Times May 14, 2021 23:01 UTC