Burns Night @The Alma
Mixed nuts (gf): truffle & pecorino / smoked almonds Ⓥ / rose harissa Ⓥ £4.5
Nocellara olives Ⓥ(gf) £5
Sourdough, beef dripping & whipped butter £6.5
Padron peppers, Aleppo chilli & cayenne Ⓥ(gf) £7.5
White anchovies, gremolata & preserved lemon (gf) £7.5
Haggis croquettes with peppercorn dip £10
Cullen Skink & oatcakes ‘smoked haddock, potato & leek soup’ £9.5
Heritage beetroot, pickled walnut, frozen grapes & beer crumb Ⓥ £9.5
Vegetarian Haggis Scotch egg, butchers sauce & watercress V £10
Seared Orkney scallop, black pudding & celeriac puree £14
Arbroath Smoked Mackerel rillettes, salty fingers, green apple, horseradish & lemon £9.5
Root veg tart tatin, caramelised onion, ‘Skirlie Crumb’ & creamed leek sauce Ⓥ £19.5
North Sea haddock ballotine, crushed potato, chard, poached egg & mustard beurre blanc £23
Half Scottish lobster thermidor, white wine & parmesan with skin-on fries £30
Shetland mussels, white wine, garlic, parsley & smoky bacon lardons (gfo) £19.5
Haggis, neeps & tatties with a peppercorn jus (vegetarian option available) £19/20
Venison haunch, mashed neeps & haggis, Shetland kale & Whisky jus £26
Alma cheese burger, peppercorn beef brisket, onion mayonnaise & skin-on fries (gfo) £20
10oz Aberdeen Angus Ribeye steak, béarnaise sauce & watercress (gf) £28
Skin-on fries Ⓥ(gf) £5
Creamed leeks, kale & chard £6
Roasted root vegetables Ⓥ(gf) £6
Rumbledethumps V(gf) £5
Neeps Ⓥ(gf) £5
Hispi cabbage, salad cream & Skirlie crumb £6
‘Cranachan’ raspberries, whisky & tablet £9
Sticky toffee pudding, vanilla ice cream & toffee sauce Ⓥ £9
Chocolate ‘black pudding’ cake, shortbread, candied orange & coffee ice cream £9
Traditional Scottish cheese board with quince jelly, celery, oatcakes £15
Join us Saturday 25th January to celebrate Burns night with a special menu & whisky flights.
To a mouse
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An' fellow mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't.
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld.
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
To a mouse
(Standard English translation)
Small, sleek, cowering, timorous beast,
O, what a panic is in your breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With hurrying scamper!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!
I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.
Your small house, too, in ruin!
It's feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December's winds coming,
Both bitter and keen!
You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough past
Out through your cell.
That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter's sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.
But Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leaves us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!