We arrived at the Three Chimneys about 30 minutes early since we were unsure how long it would take to drive half the island while stopping every 10 miles to shoo sheep from the road. When I first made reservations for dinner some three months earlier, I received a confirmation email along which included instructions on where to moor our yacht and something about a helicopter pad? Really? The small white washed building with its three chimneys sitting quietly on the side of the road surely didn’t look like the kind of place someone would helicopter over to from Edinburgh. Ahhh…but that’s the charm of Scotland for you.
The air outside was filled with bog peat smoke from a traditional home next door. It wasn’t a bad smell mind you…just a particular one..and one that made me instantly drool for a single malt.
We were welcomed into a beautiful small front bar room where we sat in sheep skin pelted wicker chairs next to the fireplace and drank whiskey. We were given a chance to look at the night’s menu, meet our fellow diners and chat about how we all thought we were lost just at the moment we found the place.
The small dinning room and traditional stone walls helped place you in rural Scotland while chenille throws and candlelight made you feel like this was the kind of place you might want to sink into for a while.
Our beautiful meal was my best memory of Skye:
Monkfish and citris salad with fennel and endive
Tartine of squid with wild mushrooms
Warm duck salad with tart greens
Roasted stag with gooseberries
(yes…I know…we over-ordered)
The house special whitefish soup
Clootie Dumpling (it was Clootie heaven)
Coffee, petite fours, and a long pour of Talisker
Needless to say I fell asleep in the car ride home.