A significant moment, as I conclude the Glasgow chapter of the GBG for the first time EVER.
Back at Central station I got a bit distracted.
Yes, by the Tim Horton Christmas Spiced Caramel Brownie and a medium filter.
I read that “nearly eight out of 10 cups* of coffee sold across Canada are served at Tim Hortons® restaurants and more than 5.3 million Canadians – approximately 15 percent of the population – visit the café daily“, and Canadians are never wrong. Most of them.
The Scotia was not only my final tick but also one of the 128 contenders for “oldest pub in Glasgow“, along with the 15 Wetherspoons no doubt.
I liked the Scotia, a cosy bustling place with lots of proper seating and poky places to hide.
I spent a minute at the bar guessing whether this odd looking pump was dispensing real ale or unleaded.
But in the end I went for the one with the paper clip called Magic Porridge.
I never learn. It was OK, but the pub was the star.
You can’t come to Glasgow, even for a day, and not meet up with the Pubmeister to discuss ticking rules and unexpected micro closures in Hampshire.
Or revisit at least one classic.
“You’re not having the Green Devil !” said Duncan, a conservative drinker.
I certainly was.
By the end of the pint my photos looked like this,
and I’d binned the idea of joining Madame Luna and the Pubmeister to see David Thomas Broughton (and Thor !) for a second consecutive night.
Instead, I started my ticking of Curry-Heute’s Glasgow Top 19 Curry Houses.
Karahi Palace looks like a kebab and burger takeaway, the sort of place that makes This & That look like The Ivy.
But Dick and Dave need to know this was one of my Top 5 curries. In particular the parathas were worth foregoing the Spoons in Dumbarton for.
You can’t miss Karahi Palace, a minute round the corner from this one you might have heard of.
It was hard to resist, but if there’s one thing this blog should have taught you it’s this;