After we got married a couple of weeks ago, we had some time to kick about on the East Coast.
Our pals Gordon, Roberta, Al, and Becky had all stayed through, and we met up for a bit of lunch before heading back through to Glasgow. We hadn’t had much time to chat to them on the actual night amongst all of the chaos, so it was good to catch up – not least so they could fill us in on the things that our hazy drunken memories had omitted.
Becky used to go to St. Andrews Uni, so we took a bit of a look around. I hadn’t really had a chance to try out my new Canon 50mm f0.95 yet, and Gordon also had his recent purchase the XPRO-1 with him, so it naturally descended into a bit of a camera geek fest.
Luckily, the girls are used to it by now – or I’d feel more sorry for them.
St. Andrews has changed a lot in the past 5 or 6 years. It seems like every time I go up there’s something new that wasn’t there before. This is in no small part down to the abundance of relatively wealthy students that take over the town during term time – but also a drive that used to be constrained a lot by the local council.
Despite this, there wasn’t too many options available for lunch on a Sunday. I mean, there are a few, but none where you can sit about with a decent atmosphere like us trendy youngsters expect. Luckily, we stumbled upon Forgans – a huge restaurant that is a weird mix of a warehouse, with little cosy nooks with fireplaces and old bookshelves. Could be pretty twee and too family orientated, but somehow has managed to keep a bit of a hipster edge – at least when we went.
No group shots I’m afraid.
Too busy eating the stupid amount of food we ordered.
