Inspired by The Great Steak Pie Hunt, I felt I had to share my recent pie experience up in Scotland. Our lad and me had just conquered all of Ben-Y-Vrackie's 2759 mist-shrouded feet. The route took us behind Pitlochry's Moulin Inn, and we stopped for a pie and a pint. And what a pie. Just look at this. It's a phrase I've used before, but eating it was like digging your way out of a meat avalanche. The chips were average, but in company like that who cares?
The beer wasn't bad, either - made in the pub's own microbrewery in the lane behind. I must admit, if you're in Pitlochry you'll be wanting for decent pubs. There was a nasty karaoke place that looked as if it had been transplanted from Blackpool, a soulless town centre pub full of dour-looking tourists and a place that may or may not have been a hotel bar. The Moulin was the best by a mile. Cheers.