Radici in the Stockbridge neighborhood of Edinburgh was my favorite meal that I’ve had in the city since probably my schmancy, company dinner at Christmas. The concierge at my hotel recommended it as one of his favorite neighborhood gems. His wife is Italian so I had to take the recommendation for my last night on the town – I’m glad I did.

The entrance is small, but adorable to a subterranean dining room.

The side patio was empty of furniture at the time of my visit, but what a romantic spot that would be in the fall with a couple of little tables.

Since I am all about that carb life, I had to try the bread basket. My kind waiter assured my solo self that he’d make me a half order. This is what he came-up with. Subtle. Also, I don’t think he charge me which was lovely.

In the long summer evenings, the small dining room was bright, but felt like a romantic, stoney-walled cellar. Can someone dim the lights and take me on a date here? Thanks.

How about this Caprese Napoleon appetizer? I am drooling just reliving this photo. Can I whip burrata at home? One way to find out…. This gorgeous tower was roasted (chilled) eggplant and tomatoes alternating with whipped burrata and sprinkled with pistachios. Incredible.

For my main I also took the concierge’s recommendation of the quid ink pasta. Tossed with all sorts of local seafood in a simple broth, it was perfection. I quickly ate what I could of the eye-d langostine and put him aside.

I realize I say this often, but I truly will make this an Edinburgh staple. The experience was wonderful, waiter so kind and helpful, wine orange. This has definitely edged out Da Vino Enoteca as my go-to Italian spot in Scotland.