Jen and I had Arbroath smokies for our lunch last Saturday.
For those of you not in the know, an Arbroath smokie is a smoked haddock from the village of Arbroath in Scotland. (Those of you who are already in the know will not need to be reminded.)
Have you ever stood a bit too close to a bonfire and accidentally inhaled more than is strictly good for you, so that you end up coughing your lungs out, and all you can taste for the next three days is bonfire? Well, that's what eating an Arbroath smokie is like.
I'm not kidding, after a meal of pie and peas and a couple of beers on Saturday evening, I gave a discreet, satisfied burp, and all I could taste was that afternoon's Arbroath smokie.
You certainly get your money's worth with an Arbroath smokie. It's the smoked fish equivalent of a glass of Laphroaig. And you won't get any higher praise than that from this astute gourmand.