Fine meals
Aren't just about the food; they're also about the company, the surroundings, the ambience. My finest meal was probably when I was on holiday with my girlfriend in Mull and Iona, off the west coast of Scotland. We had only been going out for a few months and this was our first holiday time together. In Tobermory we ate at a beautiful, elegant little restaurant, with the finest seafood I've ever had in my life, and drinking ridiculously expensive and ridiculously good wine. Very much in the first flush of love, sparks ignited whenever we made eye-contact; our very auras smouldered with passion.

Then I took her back to the hotel and give her one up the shitter. Perfect.
(McChinaman banned, Fri 27 May 2011, 2:21, 4 replies)

Do you know if the restaurant is still there?
After my experience with American seafood I want to see if Scotland can equal it in any way.
( clockworkrat has nice pants, Fri 27 May 2011, 2:23, closed)

Couldn't say, I'm afraid
Can't remember the name. Tobermory is full of good restaurants though, sure to find a good one.
(McChinaman banned, Fri 27 May 2011, 7:24, closed)

Wow.
The restaurant is called "Cafe Fish" I believe. -It's just next to the ferry ramp?
I went on holiday with my girlfriend to Kilchoan, in Ardnamurchan a couple of years ago and proposed to her on Sanna bay. After this we went to the very same restaurant to celebrate. The food there was incredible and the wine was great too! That day was the happiest of my life - glad we shared the same experience in the same place!
Yet to give her one in the shitter though :-(
(Naylor, Fri 27 May 2011, 12:20, closed)

I have played Mario Brothers for many years
and this might explain how they absorb 1-ups. In the shitter apparently.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Fri 27 May 2011, 2:27, closed)