V Deep

On New Year's day, Mike took me to V Deep in Leith, a restaurant I'd had at the back of my mind since Gillian went to the opening last year. It was an early birthday meal and I did that thing where you eat so much that you're in pain and have to lean back so there is room for your lungs and stomach in your torso and yet you continue shovelling food in your mouth because it's so delicious.

I completely overdressed for it (you only turn 27 once), which made me look mental when we ended up going to the cinema afterwards to see Joy. We also ate at 5pm like elderly people; Mike was driving the next morning and we couldn't let him go drinkless in a restaurant that specialises in craft beer.

I don't have discerning taste when it comes to food. I'm happy with a posh steak right down to a greasy burger dripping with ketchup from a van in a supermarket car park.

Even I could tell that this meal was special though- ribs so tender they fall off the bone and naan bread, literally, the size of Mike's head. It's Indian food in a tapas style- mixing and matching small dishes and loads of options for vegetarians. I'll be back.

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