Happy sunshine-filled Easter…
An old friend is in town and persuades me to check out Grand Central Hotel. Why? The apparent must-see magnificent chandelier, of course. So having decided our drinking locale purely based on light fittings, we set off.
Not my usual scene but I’m intrigued. And the promise of champagne is too good to turn down.
Prepare to be dazzled
From the bowing doorman at the entrance to luxurious decor –even the floor is impressive at the Grand Central Hotel.
And as promised the elegant chandelier in the hall with its long slim prisms of glass – well, it’s pretty spectacular too. Standing directly underneath gives a wonderful view; it stretches on and on past three floors at least.
We head up the stairs to Champagne Central where we’re greeted by another chandelier. More of a round-faced younger sister compared to the previous all-encompassing chandelier, but dazzling nonetheless.
In good company
It’s only 6:30 on a Saturday night but the bar is already heaving. We manage to nab two chairs and settle in. And then the fun begins.
We go for a classic glass of champagne, although there’s a myriad of cocktails as long as the chandelier to choose from. And it’s absolutely buzzing inside – perfect for people watching. Set against decadent wooden furnishings and trains puffing away in the background, anything goes – zebra striped heels, fake furs, bouffant hair, jeans and trainers – it’s all sorts and all good.
Here’s to us
Long before its swanky refurbishment, Grand Central hotel attracted a slew of other interesting characters including Laurel and Hardy, Winston Churchill and the Beatles to name just a few. And I can’t think of a better way to join this illustrious group (past and present) than indulging in a glass of champagne and simply enjoying the view.
Glasgow squirrels. Bigger. Bolder. Beer connoisseurs…
Breakfast is said to be the most important meal of the day. And while it does set me up, lunch is definitely not to be snubbed. After all, it’s what keeps me going.
I want to savour every moment of that sacred hour when I step away from work to enjoy something good. So I head to Riverhill Coffee Bar centrally located on Gordon Street.
Small but mighty tasty
Small but serving up a variety of mighty delicious food, it offers everything from sandwiches served on the most beautiful breads (hmmm ciabatta), to intriguing salads and an impressive selection of desserts.
Yes, dessert is a lunch must-have! Because who can resist ‘hot n horny chocolate cake’ – especially at only £2 a slice.
Even the traditional egg salad sandwich is beautifully presented wrapped up in paper and string – a wee edible present. If you want to try something a little more exotic, their shrimp salad sandwich on a luscious brown roll or beautiful bulgur wheat, lentil and feta salad are delish.
With an ever-changing menu, I’m spoiled for choice. And coffee lovers will not be disappointed – their Dear Green coffee is truly a beautiful thing.
Staff as sweet as their treats
And the icing on this sweet, sweet delight – the friendly staff are as lovely as the food. And it’s all at a great price; my sandwich and drink comes to a very reasonable £4. Seats are limited but take away is available.
So go on – put a spring in your step, liberate lunch and treat yourself to something wonderfully scrumptious.
Easter arrives in Glasgow…
Eggs of every variety – including deep sea delights…
I’ve heard about Glasgow’s Poetry Club but never been before now. Tucked away in the SWG3, this captivating multifaceted hangout is a bar, art-hub performance space and general place to happen.
Through the small entrance to the bar we’re greeted by billows of smoke and a welcoming drink. An unusual combination but in the Poetry Club smoking (of the train variety) is absolutely allowed – and I’m instantly charmed by the Flying Scotsman.
Behind the curtain is a world of Oz and open space. It has an anything and everything kind of feel. In one area a small stage offset by sofas to sprawl on – or when the mood and music takes me, a dance floor to show off my moves. And when it all gets too much, I climb the iron staircase to the safety of the mezzanine and enjoy the enchanting feel from the safety of the shadows.
Anything could happen
Even though the hint of the arches that once were is still noticeable, the venue feels very solid. Anything could happen here – and does from private parties to performances, to gigs. Its legendary early beginnings were born out of Glasgow-based artist Jim Lambie’s need for a venue for his event with writer and punk-pioneer Richard Hell. So he built it. And that DIY determination and fun definitely live on inside these walls.
So if you’re looking for an intriguing venue with the added benefit of a unusual smoke machine – look no further. And although the Poetry Club doesn’t offer food, the fish and chip van outside hits the spot when lounging becomes passé and you tire of dancing.
Another Saturday night charmer in Glasgow…