The run is winding down. Only one more to go. I’m sad about that as Edinburgh is a beautiful city and the festival is awesome and wonderful. However, I’m happy to be getting back to my civilian life as well. Karey has promised to make a tasty home-made Italian meal for me as a homecoming. Do you trust a Scottish woman to make good Italian food? Sure you do–there’s safety in cookbooks.
Speaking of which, I did say I’d mention where we’ve been eating for those who are interested in food culture. Now, keep in mind, we’ve mostly been eating on the cheap. We had to spread our savings over 16 days. So, I can’t say we’ve been anywhere Michelin starred. However, we have been regular customers at Auld Jock’s Pie Shop just off the Grassmarket. You can sit in, but the tables are typically in use by other enthusiastic pie-eaters. Auld Jock’s offers pie AND mash for only 3.50. I have been happily eating their offerings just about every other day. They’ve got about 10 different varieties of pie plus stuff like bangers and mash on the menu. It’s allllllllll gravy.

Gravy Palace!
Also been ingesting a smoothie from Hula every morning for the last week. The girls in Hula are just lovely and it’s comforting to know we are getting a couple of our five a day in one fell swoop. I favor the Ginger Jack (it’s got carrots, orange, and ginger!) whilst Maggie goes for The Blue Hawaiian. Yesterday, we received enough hole punches on our card to get a free one. Accomplishment! Please, hold your applause!
Beyond that, we’ve picked up easy to prepare stuff from Sainsbury’s (I bought beans, peanut butter, and cheese as the household staples) and had the occasional sit-down restaurant experience (nothing to really recommend from the venues we selected unfortunately). Also, picked at the offerings from some of the bigger multi-venue locations like Pleasance and Udderbelly’s Pasture…nothing to complain about there. Cheap and cheerful wrap and burger stands. Beer, of course, has also been a primary source of carbohydrates–but only AFTER the show.
Anyway, yesterday I saw two shows–Richard Herring’s “What is Love Anyway” and the sketch group Wit Tank. The five of us have been contrasting and comparing the sketch shows that we’ve seen–ranking them against each other. We’ve all come out with different favorites. I think James and Rohan really liked Wit Tank as their possible fave. I enjoyed their silliness and the polish of their performances but I have to admit to liking last year’s Wit Tank program better. Still, I’d consider this yet another master-class sketch group. I particularly liked their thieving cardinal (archbishop?) sketch.
Saw a sketch group tonight on the basis that it had recently gotten a five-star review. They were at the half-price hut and I just trusted the review I read…what can I say? Is it wrong to believe the printed word? Sometimes, yes. (Unless it’s saying nice stuff about us.) What this experiment proved to me is that comedy is subjective. The four of us that went to this gig (which shall remain nameless as I don’t think smack-talking other performers is wise) were totally disappointed. Five stars?–we all left mouthing in wonder…how did this get five stars? The reviewer must have really loved pun-based sketches. Oh well. Good for them. But it is a valid point of discussion. I have seen shows which have received 2 star reviews from one publication and 5 star reviews from another. You never can tell. One man’s Arrested Development is another man’s Two and a Half Men.
After that, mercifully, I went and saw Sharron Matthews. This was based on the recommendation of Dutch comic Soula Notos. She had raved about this performance and I don’t think she was far off the mark in her enthusiasm. Whilst not a profound work of wholly original comedy genius, Matthews left the audience with broad smiles on their faces. It’s a cabaret/comedy evening and she was pop enough to capture the common man whilst also appealing to a gay following. She had complete control of the room and I admire her confidence and talent. It was a good show to leave the fringe on–happy times. Last show tomorrow, readers!
Wish us luck…