Finding a good hairdresser is like finding a good partner. It can take time, tears, and tantrums, but when you find the one you ain’t never letting go.
In my 26 years I’ve never had any particular loyalty to a hairdresser. As a student my hairdresser choices were dictated by whoever I could find in my Snapfax (ah, remember them?). There was a period (best forgotten) of trialing home dyes (word of warning – the colour on the box is not real, you are chasing a pipe dream), before I graduated to trawling Treatwell for local hairdressers whose prices didn’t determine whether or not I could afford to eat for the rest of the month. View Post
It could be that I’m just getting old, but these days I definitely get more excited about eating at a table than dancing on one. (Though if a weekend can incorporate both then it’s a hands down – or up, however you wanna boogie – winner.)
Like an anti-Trump ralley, the Six Nations rugby or the husky tones of Bob Marley, brunch is one of those things that just brings people together. As soon as anyone mentions the word, you just know your day’s on the incline.
So, as we slide serenely into the Easter weekend, I’ve compiled a list of my favourite little spots for this inbetween-y magical eating time. I’ve sampled many such spots around Edinburgh, but for the sake of retaining your interest and bigging up the ‘hood, here are my favourite Leith bruncheries. View Post