Nugget: A Wee Chippie

Neil and Esther took the boys and me to Anstruther, a fishing town about 40 minutes south of Balmullo. "Anstruther" is pronounced "Aynsteh" by the locals (['ʔenstǝ], in IPA :]). We went to the famous Anstruther Fish Bar. It was graced with the presence of famous persons like the Prince of Wales and his wife and Tom Hanks before us. (Be impressed.)

What it looks like in Summer.
Photo credit: http://www.anstrutherfishbar.co.uk/gallery.html 

In Scotland (I'm not sure about the rest of the UK), a fish and chips restaurant is called a "chippie." The chippie was busy. We had to wait to be seated, even though it wasn't peak season. Apparently, in the summer people line up down the sidewalk to eat there. 

After we were seated and had placed our order (Traditional Halibut with Chips for me), we were given slices of bread and butter. 

"Bread!" I said. I hadn't ordered bread. 

The others seemed to take it in stride, amused at my confusion. It is traditional to eat fish and chips with a bread and tea, Neil told me. Hm, why not just eat plain starch and be done with it? (Just kidding! Because it wouldn't be as deliciously greasy and fried, of course!) 
The shop also has an ice-cream parlor, featuring their own ice-cream. I can tell you that their mint-choc-chip is very good. Esther says that they had dark chocolate ginger once, and it was the Best. It hasn't been there since, unfortunately. We walked down to the pier and ate our ice-cream, pointing out which yachts we would like to own. Yes, this is January, and yes, we were freezing.