Having spent last weekend up at Glasgow for a training course (say hello to your newly qualified cheer coach, whoop whoop) I have come to the following conclusion: Glasgow is so underrated. From the buzz to the pretty buildings to the best curry I’ve ever had. Even the sunshine decided to keep us company the whole weekend (bar a few showers, but who’s really counting?).
With little time to spare in the city I only got one real evening out on the town, but it was spectacular. First off was dinner. With no idea what to do or where to go we went for the safe option: Italian food. We dined at a cute little restaurant come cocktail bar in the Merchant city called Mediterraneo and left stuffed to the brim with deliciousness. A jug of sangria was cheap and strong (just how we like it) and the seafood risotto I went for was flavoursome and oh so yummy. Though probably seemed ten times nicer than usual as prawns are a luxury I have been denied for months. And may be my favourite thing ever.
Severely underdressed we headed just down the street to the Corinthian. Making our way to the first floor cocktail bar up the grandest staircase ever lined with red carpet we realised how extravagant the place was; two bars, a club and a casino (and god knows what else we didn’t get a chance to see) dotted about the elaborate building. It screamed an air of class and sophistication, admittedly neither of which I have much off, but here I felt right at home and treated myself to a strawberry fizz. Our original plan to not get too tipsy due to our 9am start the next morning quickly went out the window. As did the majority of the cash I’d bought for the weekend. And slowly my dignity. But several drinks later, we finally decided to hit the hay and call a cab home.
The next morning proved to be a struggle; I can confirm young people definitely do still get hangovers. But we survived and passed our training and celebrated with a curry for tea. The best curry ever. We went to Indian Manor in Bothwell (about a twenty-five-minute drive from Glasgow). The building was again stunning; a grand old house converted into a restaurant. The one thing I loved about the place was the space. The ceilings were sky high and the tables spread nicely apart and long tall windows let light flood the room. Though it was busy, it was not cramped or crowded in the slightest. It was almost peaceful.
The food though was incredible. I opted for the haddock to start – oh so light with just the right amount of spice – and for mains chose the chicken madras. I have never seen such large tender chunks of chicken in all my life. And the Peshwari naan was honestly perfect. I’m very much a curry gal, so I may be slightly biased, but jeez Louise it was scrumptious. Conveniently just next door was a pub called Cricklewood, so once our tummies were full to the top we finished our night here after several bottles of wine (there’s always room for more vino).
So all in all? Glasgow is great. I loved the city to pieces. Then again, drinking good wine with good food in good company is one of life’s most civilised pleasures! Who’d have thought being a tourist in my own country would turn out such a treat (not me!). Next destination: Exeter. Watch this space.