Lousy picture. Great Inn! I love this place. If you recall, when I headed to Plockton my only possessions were in my backpack, the rest somewhere in Continental’s baggage system. I needed a fresh shirt so I asked if they had a gift area where I could purchase one. The lass gave me that look, the ‘weird Yank’ look and said she’d ask. Kenny Gollan is one of the three owners along with his wife Susan and his sister, Mary who keeps me up to date with the village happenings through periodic emails. Kenny was apologetic when explaining that as a wee country inn, a guest shop just wasn’t in the cards. But he then lead me to the basement and went through a pile of employee shirts until he found one that would fit me. A great button down, short sleeve oxford with their logo embroidered on the chest. What a souvenir! I have since suggested that they sell ball caps with the logo on it. Anyway, since I was dressed as staff, Kenny & Mick, the bartender, found it amusing when I began bussing tables but I figured since I was dressed the part, I’d chip in.
There is a reason the Inn won the AA Seafood Pub of the Year in 2004. Between the smoker where Kenny smokes the kitchen’s haddock, prawn, sea trout, salmon etc and what Mary & Susan then do with it when they apply their culinary skills you have reason enough to make a pilgrimage to this gem if a restaurant in a jewel of a village. And plenty of great meals for the non-fish lover (you poor sad things) too. Breakfast can be simply porridge or cold cereal to finnan haddie or a full-on. I think they might add a Tuesday music session in addition to Thursdays in the summer.
The rooms are very homey and are located both above the restaurants and in a separate annex across the street. The pub is the quintessential, well stocked Scottish pub complete with darts where Martin or Malcolm will be happy to pour you a pint of the local Plockton Brew de jour and Mary does a trivia question game on Fridays. It didn’t take long for me to feel very much at home there. And I appreciated all the help the lads gave me as I attempted to grok the rugby game on tele one afternoon. Future me would one day record the Six Nations each year and came to almost understand what I’m watching.
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