They serve a large slice of heritage at The Esslemont, and very tasty it is, too.
Rain lashed down, pelting our roof like hailstones on concrete. The wind was no better, howling like a pack of wolves galloping through the sand dunes behind us.
I’m suffering from a serious case of hanging-basket envy.
There is a man in Bangladesh who must wonder from time to time what became of his old rickshaw, which used to lurch around the streets of capital Dhaka to earn a crust.
On a recent trip from the Highlands to Aberdeen, we decided to break up the journey with a spot of lunch in Nairn.
The newly opened Uig Sands on Lewis markets itself as a restaurant with a view.
It was the penultimate night of the school summer holidays and we decided to take the kids out for one last hurrah.
In Admiral Lord Nelson’s Navy, a captain was not only judged on his fighting ability in savage sea battles of the time, but also on how good a table he kept.
When the sun shines and the clouds part, nowhere on Earth comes close to matching the natural beauty of the Scottish Highlands.
Figment hasn’t even been open a year yet and already won Best of Aberdeen at the Scottish Cafe Awards.
Fully paid up member of the Nosey Parker Club (NPC) that’s me.
Nature laid on a perfect feast for our journey from Aberdeen to Douneside House on Royal Deeside for dinner in a former country mansion.
Under blue skies I was gazing upon a seductively curved bay with small yachts bobbing in the harbour.
We had hired a cosy cottage overlooking glorious Staffin beach with the intention of discovering some of the beautiful walks in and around Skye.
I have a new favourite beauty spot in the north-east. I’d heard people speak very highly of Newburgh beach but despite having lived in Aberdeen for the best part of 20 years, I had never been.
I fell in love with Findhorn Bay in Moray on my very first visit many years ago.
Peering through the driving sleet on a freezing Saturday night, we felt like travellers of bygone days scurrying towards a welcoming haven which glinted ahead in the dark.
What better to do on a windswept night on Skye, as a storm lashes at Portree’s quaint little harbour, than to sample some of the freshest seafood the Misty Isle has to offer?
All roads seemed to lead to the sprawling car park at Mains of Balquharn just to the south of Aberdeen at Portlethen.
As a fully-laden snowplough drove past outside, I couldn’t help but feel thankful that I was warm and cosy inside and tucking into delicious comforting food.
I had gone to Ullapool to pick up my husband from the Stornoway ferry.
It was a cold day outside which made the warmth of the smile that greeted us even more heartening.
I remember visiting Burghead as a kid and loving the mixture of beach, rockpools and busy harbour, and the way the houses seemed to huddle together for shelter in some of the narrower streets.
If you were to ask me to eat one food group for the rest of my life, it would have to be seafood.
Not being a regular flier, it had been a long time since I’d been out by Aberdeen airport. So I was amazed to see the changes that have taken place when I found myself in the area recently. Not least the arrival of Dyce Farm, sandwiched in between the new Crowne Plaza and Moxy hotels, and opposite the Aberdeen International Business Park.
I am not sure how the name Miller and Carter came about, but even although it might sound like an obscure comedy double act, one of its newest restaurants in Aberdeen is drawing a lot of appreciative applause from what I can see.
Curry, often referred to as Scotland’s other national dish, is more popular than ever across P&J country. Believe it or not, once the nation’s favourite carry out, the chicken tikka masala, was invented in a Glasgow curry house in the early 70s.
Dornoch Castle Hotel is one of Sutherland’s landmark buildings and sits in a prime spot opposite the 17th-Century cathedral once at the centre of a media storm after pop singer Madonna – then at the height of her fame – and film director Guy Ritchie had their baby Rocco christened there 18 years ago.
It’s funny how the simple purchase of a new bed in the January sales can cause chaos in our house.
"Is everyone at the table OK with insects?”
Sitting half way along a quiet country road between Beauly and Cannich, the Cnoc Hotel, just outside the tiny hamlet of Struy, doesn’t get a lot of passing trade.
Turriff, or as the locals would say, “Turra”, is an old market town famous for the “Turra Coo”, red sandstone buildings and the big agricultural show held in August.