Went in here a couple of months ago on an early January Sunday afternoon (as it was the only takeaway in Dingwall open at the time). Found it to be very busy. Woman who served us was gruff and short-tempered (but was actually a bit of a rough diamond). Had the biggest burger on the menu as I was hank marvin, and it went down a treat. Definitely feels like stepping into Blackpool in 1982, but hard to fault it
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