The tea arrives, a small white pot and cup, a delightful refreshing brew, delicate hints of seaweed. Then the tiniest little bowl of mushroom soup, so tasty so Moorish, so little and unexpected . Another dish arrives, a tiny oblong dish with a small mound of spinach on one side and shredded fish cake on the other, it looks beautiful. These are your side dishes, the well dressed man explains. A larger square plate is presented, this is your Bulgogi, again visually stunning, the side garnish a tiny arrangement of salad leaves, drizzled with the most aromatic, pineapple scented dressing, a small bowl of rice and a dish of Kimchi, my wife makes this, he smiles. Let me cut to the chase here, every single little morsel of food presented to me at Kim’s Mini Meals was simply divine, the Kimchi was spicy and had a hint of the sea, not pungent fish sauce, more like the essence of seafood. The pork and squid Bulgogi, memorable, the salad, the spinach, the shredded fish cake, every little aspect adorable. When I get to the bottom of the small dish of Kimchi the message on the dish reads “ A warm welcome” and indeed it was, the bill a mere £8.50, unrealistically cheap for such a feast, this is exciting me, the Hat Man Chronicles are back on track, there is such a thing as a hidden gem. Support these lovely people , you will not be disappointed.
FEBUARY 2011
5 Buccleuch Street
Edinburgh
This place looks like a wee Scottish tea room from the outside, net curtains, tea pots and plants in the window. On second glance however, the place becomes a little more intriguing, hints of the orient, Beef Bulgogi and Kimchi on the menu, mmm must go.
I set off on my Jack Jones, on a Thursday afternoon, the only sunny day this February, with one thing on my mind. Who is this Kim and why are her meals small? Nobody has recommended it, not even a whisper, I’m still a bit sore about Kebabish, I got that one wrong and blew £55.00 of my family’s disposable income. It’s a lone lunch for me, if I get this one wrong there’s only £10.00 at stake plus another dent to that instinct I’m so proud of.
To my surprise, the place is packed, sure there’s only 16 visible seats, and most of them are taken by oriental young couples plus a couple of tokes, those who dare win, type students confidently chop sticking their way through impressive looking plates of food .


