I think I love the West End

So far, Glasgow is not as cold as I thought it would be. It's not Iceland. And it has amazing food in the West End. At least it does at Hillhead Book Club.

I had a cocktail named Heart of Darkness and parsnip soup and a Greek Salad. One of the bathroom stalls was out of order:

We also found a place that does Pho. 

Further down the alley John discovered some jumble/vintage stores, one of which had this:

SPARKLE. Sparkle MINE.

Update: The store is called "Starry Starry Night" and it's on Ruthven Lane. When I was circling the beaded top like a snow leopard after a chiru, a bumblebee was circling me, although very sedately. I nervously let the shop owner know he had a (large, docile) bee in the store, to which he replied, "Oh, ay, he's been coming in here for years." 

We also had a couple of pints at Oran Mor, walked about a mile down the Great Western Road looking at amazing terraces and flats, nipped briefly into the Kelvingrove Museum, aaaand went to The Pot Still - more on that in the next post.