When you’re in the depths of Portlethen and your first choice for a bar supper has stopped serving food, where do you go to stave of hunger pangs?
We decided to detour to a place we haven’t visited since the bairns stopped demanding a ball pit with their tea – the Mains of Balquharn.
Our welcome was brusque – a “have you booked?” in a far from full eatery, plonked on a table not of our choosing, then told what was off.
Things picked up from there. The menu was a riot of familiar pub grub, with a couple of surprises. I decided on the fish pie, while Mrs B chose the chicken and chorizo pie, drawn by its promise of being under 600 kcal.
I don’t expect much from chain food, but my fish pie was really tasty.
Big prawns, plenty of meaty white fish, salmon and smoked haddock, bound in mash and a creamy sauce. Spring onions added a bit of zing.
Much as I enjoyed it, I envied Mrs B her dish. The chicken was tender, the chorizo bursting with flavour and the whole thing was delicious, encased in light filo. I’ll have that next time.