We flew all night across the Atlantic to Schipol Airport in Amsterdam, and then to Glasgow, and then drove along Loch Lomond. We were tired, hungry and looking for a guest house in an out of the way place. As we were driving along the carriageway, my partner says ... "Oh the village of Luss. It is a must see heritage village on Loch Lomond. We were not disappointed with the stunning architecture and the town that is a major tourist attraction yet a functioning town. A bit of a lunch was the order of the day.
Just down from the old church was the Coach House. It had been raining as it is wont to do in Scotland (continuously) and a genuine coal fire was burning in the brazier of the Coach House. The waiters were dressed in kilts. Many of the tables were trestle tables. The ambiance was warm with a modern/heritage fusion with a whimsical sheep thing going as far as decorations. Service was a little slow, because the place was packed.
We got a big pot of tea which was welcome and great. My partner had soup, scones and baked goods which she enjoyed immensely. I had a sandwich that turned out to be a bit of a horror. It was on a lovely large piece of bread. Most of the filling consisted of mayonnaise and grated yellow cheddar cheese. The cheese fell out when I lifted it, and soon the sandwich became a soggy greasy mess.
The bill was a little exorbitant. The atmosphere was wonderful. Stepping out on the inner patio, there was a wonderful view of the Scottish hills in the background.
The sandwich stayed with me, and repeated itself all along the Argyll Coast. I should have stuck to the baked goods.
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