We were looking for Greek food, but ended up at this place because of the smell of the bruschetta wafting into the street. The bruschetta was as good as it smelled. I had Irn Bru to drink. For some reason, I was the only one of the three of us to like it. I do like it a lot. Cheryl and I had shepherd's pie and Andreas had duck. We also had a very Scottish nationalist waiter who was proud I drink Irn Bru. We talked quite a bit about Scottish and British politics and he was great.