I was wanting something new and different, so decided to try this new restaurant with a chef known to be creative. We are a retired couple, so we were able to go at 5 when they opened. Music and ambiance was contemporary. I was happy the music was not intrusive, so we could talk with each other and the staff. Plenty of parking.
I appreciated seeing they had happy hour drinks and appetizers which were very reasonably priced, yet not run of the mill selections. It included a cucumber martini which I ordered, and a sourdough brochetta, which was delicious. It was a large toasted piece of sourdough bread topped with a fresh and ripe tomato, mozzerella, and lovely basil leaves, in a balsamic sauce. My husband ordered the caesar salad also from the happy hour menu. It was fine as a salad, but a disappointment as a caesar salad as it lacked garlic, lemon, and anchovy. It should be renamed.
We ordered the roast chicken which was big enough to share, and they kindly delivered it in 2 plates. We had filled up on the appetizers, so ate a little, then decided to take the rest home and have dessert. The chicken had a sauce with beans and little potatoes. I used the leftover chicken today on a sandwich. As is often the case, it tasted great the next day after soaking overnight in the sauce, very succulent.
We had ordered a dessert of Baked Alaska. I was curious how they would handle that unusual ice cream filled item, rare to see in a restaurant. It was a surprise. Plenty to share of this big white mound of a base of cake, mango jam, and ice cream, covered with marshmallow creme frosting instead of meringue. The real surprise was chamoy ice cream. I was not familiar with chamoy, which I read online is "Mexico's fruity, sour, salty, savory, spicy flavor combination, most commonly presented in a bright-to-deep red sauce. Some say it's flavored with apricots, some say plum. " We didn't quite know what to make of the flavor. I think it's one of those things you don't like at first, but maybe love later. I do appreciate it was a creative interpretation, sort of a tex-mex twist.
Did the Scottish chef Campbell decide to locate in Edinburg because of the name? The male servers were wearing kilts. Our server told us he didn't know he would be wearing a kilt as part of the job. Apparently they compromised by wearing long pants under the kilts. No fair guys--just wear the kilts. I like them. Like this restaurant, something a little surprising. read more