We meet the best restaurant manager of the year. And watch a fire show.
Delft, mansplaining and bitterboellen at the de Hooch exhibition. Oh, and excellent beer. A good place to duck out of the rain.
A show stopper of a dinner at Sama Sebo. Old school dining with gut busting portions. Highly recommended.
Good food followed by an hour of Trotskyite propaganda delivered with all the charm of a carriage full of soccer hooligans beating up your grandma.
Mass, taste, juice. A good burger.
The food was good but at 30 quid a head we were paying too much for what was on affer.
A white Rioja has enough beef to brighten up my conference pasted consciousness and we have a jolly enough time for £20 a head. Thanks Joe.
The Marais has some jewels - especially the Musée de la Chasse et Nature (also bereft of vittles) - but you have to pay for them in the tedium of expensive crapshops, chainshit and a swarm of arseholes, some on scooters.
Kudos to the guy in the Uruguayan rugby shirt for surprise outfit of the day.
Enough savagery. The Chablis was excellent, as was the service. In fact Glasgow sets a high standard for service in the UK, from King Tut's to the Cathedral front of house was professional to the core.