Resto 9 The Gannet, Glasgow
Antwerp being off the agenda for a festive weekend away with friends our destination was re-adjusted to Glasgow where we planned to mix sophistication and boozification in equal measure, sometimes at the same time.
Antwerp being off the agenda for a festive weekend away with friends our destination was re-adjusted to Glasgow where we planned to mix sophistication and boozification in equal measure, sometimes at the same time.
Improbably in Florence for a conference dedicated to Marivaux studies I was with my fellow delegates in search of a good, cheap place to eat. Fortunately we had Italians among our number and we managed to squeeze into a table at Osteria dell’Agnolo. Its location so close to the Duomo rang alarm bells with me…
I’ve had my eye on Bali Bali for a while as being that lonely beast, an Indonesian restaurant in London. With Britain’s colonial history skewing South East Asian food towards Malaysia (though I now realise that I haven’t been to a Malaysian place in these posts) the only previous occasion I’ve gone for Indonesian was…
All in all as good as any similar establishment in the area while having a little more of a feel of a proper night out than some.
Good quality Vietnamese eats and a pleasant surprise on the beer front.
On the back of a battering at the hands of Ardleigh we repaired to the local pub for a chat with the opposition and some grub. Roast salmon was very good with plenty of spuds but a slight paucity of veg. Not quite up to the Swan’s standards but still good value for money. 7/10
Indifference versus the cockmonster. Oh, and lots of wine.
Flaming the salmon involved a geezer nailing a whole side of salmon to a plank before donning a fire-retardant suit and helmet and holding said plank to a charcoal-fed furnace.
If you want to learn to eat classic French food in style there are few places better to start than Le Train Bleu.
A jolly, squiffy and ultimately pooped evening in the company of a friend greatly missed.