This was a logical stop on our way to Oban (we were driving). The sign said tea room and we fancied a cuppa tea.
Well, sir or madam, the tea tasted as though it had been passed through an organic filter called a horse! Insipid. The sandwiches were uninspired and tired.
But there is a Scottish delicacy called the Flapjack -- not the American pancake which is called a flapjack, but rather an oatmeal and syrup square. They were homemade and fabulous here.
The crockery was a bit worse for wear.
One of the pluses was the gorgeous scenery outside. This was mitigated by taking me 5 minutes to navigate out of the narrow car park.
I don't think that I would stop again (unless I had a craving for homemade flapjacks).
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