This must be the place for first supper

Published on Thursday 10 July 2008 10:30

PLACE to go (plaice, if you're easily amused) in Leith for the best fish supper for many a year used to be the Peacock Inn, along the waterfront closer to Newhaven actually.

The old Peacock's lost some of its feathers lately, now it has to be the Loch Fyne, the relatively vast and fresh restaurant across the road, right by the harbour.

Andy Mackie's the new, mad keen general manager. "We were doing very well, built a large and loyal clientele but I was sure we can do even better. The sun setting over the Forth bridges is in itself a magical, worth-the-price-of-admission sight to behold from our tables outside.

"The location is a major attraction but we like to think there's a certain magic about our fish suppers, too," Mackie added. Fyne, then.

He's been around, 36, and a Weegie. Discreet about that, he has settled across the water in downtown Dollar. Loves the drive every day. Definitely not the type to pass the buck.

All about Yves

Give the colourful Hibernian custodian, Ma-Kalamity, his due. He tried his damnedest to entertain us at Easter Road on Sunday. Frequently straying 30 yards or more from his goal line, bawling unintelligible things, presumably encouragement, to his teammates.

His elaborate white-gloved gestures smacked of Al Jolson (Al who? Ask any elderly Hibby) but the fans lost patience with the time he took to get the ball out of his penalty area.

Some of them also lost it with mediocre midfielder Brian Kerr, ultimately booed off. We're on a promise from manager Mixu. Things will get better.

Afterwords . .

. . . Adrian Chiles' marriage split is making headlines like he's a major league player when, in reality, he is well down the TV presenters table.

A celeb, for crying out loud, on the strength of Match of the Day 2 and the amateurish, vapid nightly One Show, the one show discerning viewers have long learned to blank.

ITV supposedly offered 6m to "lure" him from the BBC. Six million! That makes Jonathan Ross seem worth the fortune he's trousering from the Beeb.

Either Chiles, already hailed as a "star," is a masterly self-publicist or he has won the Lotto and hired Max Clifford. If I can remind you, Chiles rhymes with piles.