You may have heard that a group of sea-shanty singers, The Fisherman’s Friends from Port Isaac in Cornwall have been signed by Universal Records. Lovers of diversity in all things have applauded the decision of the media conglomerate to broaden their musical portfolio with such a different sound – the rather commercial name of the band notwithstanding.
Glasgow isn’t brimming with sailors these days but were a gang of them to descend on the city they might imagine a place such as the Captain’s Rest on Great Western Road as being somewhere to hear the working songs of the boats. They wouldn’t know of the pub’s previous as Pharaohs some 20 years ago, but its down-to-earth exterior would encourage them inside.
And they might laugh at the wood panelling as a quaint throwback and shake their heads at the dummy captain high up on the wall. Ok, hardly The Admiral Benbow Inn but at least it would offer a respite from the large cut-price emporiums of the city centre and the air of pretension that pervades some other corners of the west end.
Clutching their pints and whiskies – do sailors still drink rum? – they could walk through to the snug in the part of the pub extending out beyond the walls of the tenement into the side street. But they would notice then that those around them are not the eclectic bunch that their source promised. Rather they are almost exclusively in the 18-24 bracket and can be heard discussing Hollyoaks or Twilight or matters to do with the educational institutions nearby.
One of our sailors might even discuss this issue with the barperson. To be informed that all this was intentional. Management policy to encourage a change in habitués. After all these are the people with the time and the money, and the inclination, the regular spenders. The sailor would return to his shipmates thinking, that’s all very well, but what about diversity?
Another bar is changing too. Mama San under Saint Jude’s Hotel has been granted a 3am license beginning this Thursday evening. The winner of Scotland’s Most Stylish Bar Award in 2008 is an enticing, darkened place with Pan- Asian food complimenting the atmosphere.
It’s always seemed like a cut apart from much of the rest of Bath Street, cool without trying too hard, and with a clientele hard to categorise. A 3am license would at last add another late-night drinking venue to the city centre’s small list.
But what we are getting is a nightclub. So instead of our nighttime city addressing an under-provision it opens a type of venue of which there are plenty. Just another venue for deck spinning. Reacting to demand? We’ll see.
A few years back Bamboo on West Regent Street marketed itself initially as a late-night bar – at that time an almost unique offering - but soon went down the club road and has re-invented itself, like all its rivals, for each new generation of clubbers. Since then the large hybrid bar/clubs like Arta, Tusk and One Up have gathered some of the market but actual, simple, after midnight bar drinking remains rare.
Blue Dog and Oranmor Whisky Bar aren’t quite fulfilling their initial promise but maybe the late night cocktail bar in Oranmor’s Brasserie will provide a new beginning. Or at least some more variety in a town needing just that.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Thursday, 18 March 2010
A Day At The Races
I’ve only drunk in The Arrol in Central Station twice. And never in the other station boozer, the aptly named Central Bar. No time though, we were off down the coast to the racing. Coffees and the formbook would do for now.
From my memories there was an endearing dinginess to Ayr Racecourse. The refurbishment came around 5years ago, I think, bringing carpets everywhere and bright new, immense toilets. They must turnover 40 blokes a minute. Contrast with the cramped, reeking versions of the last millennium.
We were upstairs in the Club area with access to a gallery overlooking the course and steps down to the turf and the independent bookies. The Horseshoe bar was ours too, but which one that was I’m not sure because there were at least 4 different counters serving alcohol (and some food purveyors). We had grabbed a table and some chairs in the gallery area to serve as our base as people moved between the bars, the bookies, the TV screens, the paddock and the finishing line.
Downstairs is the Grandstand area, basically just a bigger version of the first floor. Gone is the stone/concrete flooring I remember from a couple of visits with my papa. In those days all the lower area consisted of was a roof and little offshoots containing wee bars, and wee bookies. Very interesting places for a young fellow to explore, the sounds, the smells and the throng. People even smoked indoors too.
The only part of the new Ayr racecourse that reminds me of this is just outside one of the main lower doors. Exposed to the elements behind one of the old stands, all that we saw were some forlorn picnic tables and a lonely muffin stall. The entrances to the Creel and Courtyard bars were padlocked. A pity that. The doors to the past locked.
It was a good day though. Not spoiled really by the Fosters-only offerings at the bars and the disappointing appearance of the Champagne Bar and Gardens. Some of us even made a profit after receiving some insider knowledge.
In the 15 minute window we had before our train left for Glasgow I nipped across the road to the something Café for a quick pint, em, review. As you can tell I’d left my notebook behind somewhere so no review and no name for the pub. I promise to be more professional next time. Still, the pint was good, and it wasn’t a Fosters.
From my memories there was an endearing dinginess to Ayr Racecourse. The refurbishment came around 5years ago, I think, bringing carpets everywhere and bright new, immense toilets. They must turnover 40 blokes a minute. Contrast with the cramped, reeking versions of the last millennium.
We were upstairs in the Club area with access to a gallery overlooking the course and steps down to the turf and the independent bookies. The Horseshoe bar was ours too, but which one that was I’m not sure because there were at least 4 different counters serving alcohol (and some food purveyors). We had grabbed a table and some chairs in the gallery area to serve as our base as people moved between the bars, the bookies, the TV screens, the paddock and the finishing line.
Downstairs is the Grandstand area, basically just a bigger version of the first floor. Gone is the stone/concrete flooring I remember from a couple of visits with my papa. In those days all the lower area consisted of was a roof and little offshoots containing wee bars, and wee bookies. Very interesting places for a young fellow to explore, the sounds, the smells and the throng. People even smoked indoors too.
The only part of the new Ayr racecourse that reminds me of this is just outside one of the main lower doors. Exposed to the elements behind one of the old stands, all that we saw were some forlorn picnic tables and a lonely muffin stall. The entrances to the Creel and Courtyard bars were padlocked. A pity that. The doors to the past locked.
It was a good day though. Not spoiled really by the Fosters-only offerings at the bars and the disappointing appearance of the Champagne Bar and Gardens. Some of us even made a profit after receiving some insider knowledge.
In the 15 minute window we had before our train left for Glasgow I nipped across the road to the something Café for a quick pint, em, review. As you can tell I’d left my notebook behind somewhere so no review and no name for the pub. I promise to be more professional next time. Still, the pint was good, and it wasn’t a Fosters.
Friday, 12 March 2010
Urban Rival
On Saturday evening the Muse and I visited the bar at Urban Brasserie. We have eaten here once before, and had drinks on another couple of occasions on quiet nights.
This time it was surprisingly busy, and the pianist quieter – an improvement on last time. All tables were taken but we got two seats at the bar.
After our usual tipples we opted for some shooters before we left. The first staff member was unable to fulfil our order explaining that cocktails are more their speciality. However the next barperson took great care in preparing a Lemon Pear Drop (Tanqueray gin and Xante pear cognac) and a Sling Shot (concentrated version of Singapore Sling: gin, lemon juice, orange bitters, Benedictine, Grand Marnier) and enquired as to our enjoyment once we had sampled our drinks. Distilled variations on trusted cocktails and very satisfactory too. The only thing missing was the advertised cherry topping on the Sling.
The place was populated with what seemed to be Glasgow’s middle-aged movers and shakers. It may be challenging the Rogano in that sense, attracting older money in the city centre. The open plan between drinkers and eaters is certainly similar but other aspects differ. I will be looking at Rogano, Urban and other establishments in an upcoming feature on the best of pre/post meal drinking in bars within restaurants.
We left intending to head towards Royal Exchange Square before a telephone call changed our plans, drawing us back west, but that was ok, we had our First Bus all-day tickets.
This time it was surprisingly busy, and the pianist quieter – an improvement on last time. All tables were taken but we got two seats at the bar.
After our usual tipples we opted for some shooters before we left. The first staff member was unable to fulfil our order explaining that cocktails are more their speciality. However the next barperson took great care in preparing a Lemon Pear Drop (Tanqueray gin and Xante pear cognac) and a Sling Shot (concentrated version of Singapore Sling: gin, lemon juice, orange bitters, Benedictine, Grand Marnier) and enquired as to our enjoyment once we had sampled our drinks. Distilled variations on trusted cocktails and very satisfactory too. The only thing missing was the advertised cherry topping on the Sling.
The place was populated with what seemed to be Glasgow’s middle-aged movers and shakers. It may be challenging the Rogano in that sense, attracting older money in the city centre. The open plan between drinkers and eaters is certainly similar but other aspects differ. I will be looking at Rogano, Urban and other establishments in an upcoming feature on the best of pre/post meal drinking in bars within restaurants.
We left intending to head towards Royal Exchange Square before a telephone call changed our plans, drawing us back west, but that was ok, we had our First Bus all-day tickets.
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Down By The Canal
The Boathouse, Auchinstarry Marina, Kilsyth
The Forth & Clyde Canal, between Bowling on the Clyde and Grangemouth, was built in the 18th century. Its purpose was trade and those involved in its construction would doubtless be surprised by the leisure opportunities provided by the waterway today. That and the works of art it now inspires, such as David Mackenzie’s award winning film Young Adam, and my much-delayed novel C. Tax.
Pubs and restaurants are a part of this transformation, the most notable opening of the last decade being the Boathouse Pub- Restaurant - Rooms at Auchinstarry near Kilsyth. Its owners Townhouse Restaurants won the SLTN (Scottish Licensed Trade News) Award for Best New Business last year, for this and the Wheelhouse near the Falkirk Wheel. The Wheelhouse does not have the same benefit of location as the Boathouse, being hundreds of yards from the Wheel and situated basically in a car park. Its sister operation sits right beside the canal marina at Auchinstarry and even affords views of the quarry, a popular spot for rock climbing when the weather permits.
The bar/restaurant is housed in a new-build of re-constituted stone, the white exterior presenting the place as an oversized house similar to the many new-build homes in the area. The exterior could also do with some weathering to add authenticity and perhaps the flavour of a boathouse from New England.
There are no surprises inside as the home theme continues. The lighting is as you would expect in a place of residence, and there is no music. Homely in a show home Sunday supplement way. Some people find that comfortable, home from home. But if you want that you should stay in. A bar is somewhere to get out of yourself, methinks.
Whoa! Despite all this there are positives. The furniture is substantial and soft – a tricky combination – and the large space is subtly, if unimaginatively, divided into a large dining middle area, a lounge/drinking area near the door, and a raised section by the French windows.
The colours, though, are muted throughout, pastels, creams and browns designed to make the minimum of offence, and light wood everywhere which is uneasily Ikea-ish especially round the bar itself. On the counter sit cookie jars, incongruous in many bars but here not so, coffee seems far more natural here than alcohol.
I managed to get a peek at one of the 10 rooms upstairs and these are far more chic and minimal, black, red and white predominate and the feel reminded me of the award-winning Atholl Arms Hotel up in Fort Augustus- coincidentally another place adjoining a famous waterway.
Alcohol on its own seems to be third in line as a revenue generator- despite the good staff appreciation of the wine list- behind the accommodation and food. Space has been maximised to get many tables in play, possibly at the expense of atmosphere.
On the two occasions I’ve ventured this far out of the city there have been birthday parties in flow here, nothing too raucous though, you feel that would be inappropriate. Celebrations such as these are what the management have set out to attract, that and casual dining from local residents, probably folk who commute to either of the two cities and who are pleased to have got somewhere reasonably close that ticks most of their boxes.
The menu is more varied than expected, but expensive. For example: £9.95 for roast vegetable and sun-dried tomato penne, or £19.95 for a mixed grill.
As I said earlier this place is perfectly located by the canal marina. They have made the most of this with a broad decking area, which extends round two sides of the whole building. There is easy access to the decking through the French windows and from there you can step down beside the narrow boats and cruisers that line the basin. A few of the tables have Boathouse- branded umbrellas and these are the largest I’ve ever seen, permitting outside drinking whatever the weather. But the best weather for this place is obviously hot sunshine glinting on the water. This is a daytime destination, the weather and location creating the atmosphere, at night the interior lighting dissipates any vibe.
Another chain that operates around water features is the Cawley group, they of Duck Bay Marina Hotel and the Hungry Monk restaurants. I recently visited their Wheelhouse bar and restaurant in Langbank, over the M8 from the Clyde. Similar in feel to their other outlets it is glitzy in a decidedly middle-aged fashion, and far from the sophistication you know the owners are trying to achieve. Being harsh you could go right through the list of fittings: handrails, lamps, silly globe lamps, beams and tartan carpets and call every one as fake. Owners and designers presuming their customers’ tastes rather than executing their own clear vision. Even at Duck Bay on Loch Lomond, with views all the way up the loch, they almost manage to ruin an iconic location with cluttered, ostentatious furnishing.
At the Langbank Wheelhouse our party was greeted under the assumption we were to eat. Faces fell when we announced our intention just to drink. For a Friday evening the place was quiet, the ambience not helped by the separation between tables which may work for dining but not drinking. And I’m not inclined to try their food these days, after the way they changed the Kirkhouse Inn from a good country hotel/restaurant into a bland outlet. There were less than ten folk in the whole place but when two of us returned from a smoke we were greeted as before, like strangers.
All in all not very impressive but I’m sure they are making money, at least I hope they are, considering the astronomical prices they once charged me for soft drinks at the Hungry Monk in Gartocharn.
Still, business by the waterways is never easy. Ocho, a fresh little licensed coffee shop and delicatessen situated at Spiers Wharf basin on the Forth and Clyde near Port Dundas, closed after a less than a year trading. This despite good food and good prices and a superb view over city centre Glasgow.
Maybe urban canal side hasn’t yet caught on properly. Just as the leisure possibilities aren’t quite developing either. We’ve all seen the barges outside Glasgow for hire and for guided tours, but in all the times I’ve walked the dirty towpaths inside the city limits I’ve yet to see a moving boat. In my aforementioned novel the hero witnesses a shocking crime on board the local commuter barge but life is yet to imitate this art.
But given the right weather there’s nothing better than a drink on the water. The Stables bar by the canal near Kirkintilloch still draws in the crowds, Sunday evenings being the best time, even if my pals and me never got lucky on that night of the week. Lock 27 near Anniesland has better outside facilities than it ever had in its early-nineties heyday and is worth a long stay on a lazy afternoon.
I’m still looking forward to visiting the Bridge Inn at Ratho on the Union Canal. Its pretty location by an old bridge and new owners this year means I will be along there soon. My favourite, though, will probably remain the Eagle Barge, at Laggan Locks on the Caledonian Canal. Here the barge is the bar. Watch your head as you descend into its belly. The interior is as snug and as wood-lined as you could wish for, with nautical curios all around, but even these delights won’t keep you inside if the sun is shining. The views are superb, Loch Lochy to the south, Loch Oich and Loch Ness to the north, and the mountains of Glengarry Forest to the west. Follow the discrete sign off the A87 and through the trees for a new drinking experience.
Until I return north, it’s back to the waterways of the central belt and their accompanying hostelries. With the longer days approaching and the hope of a good summer that’s not too bad a prospect.
The Forth & Clyde Canal, between Bowling on the Clyde and Grangemouth, was built in the 18th century. Its purpose was trade and those involved in its construction would doubtless be surprised by the leisure opportunities provided by the waterway today. That and the works of art it now inspires, such as David Mackenzie’s award winning film Young Adam, and my much-delayed novel C. Tax.
Pubs and restaurants are a part of this transformation, the most notable opening of the last decade being the Boathouse Pub- Restaurant - Rooms at Auchinstarry near Kilsyth. Its owners Townhouse Restaurants won the SLTN (Scottish Licensed Trade News) Award for Best New Business last year, for this and the Wheelhouse near the Falkirk Wheel. The Wheelhouse does not have the same benefit of location as the Boathouse, being hundreds of yards from the Wheel and situated basically in a car park. Its sister operation sits right beside the canal marina at Auchinstarry and even affords views of the quarry, a popular spot for rock climbing when the weather permits.
The bar/restaurant is housed in a new-build of re-constituted stone, the white exterior presenting the place as an oversized house similar to the many new-build homes in the area. The exterior could also do with some weathering to add authenticity and perhaps the flavour of a boathouse from New England.
There are no surprises inside as the home theme continues. The lighting is as you would expect in a place of residence, and there is no music. Homely in a show home Sunday supplement way. Some people find that comfortable, home from home. But if you want that you should stay in. A bar is somewhere to get out of yourself, methinks.
Whoa! Despite all this there are positives. The furniture is substantial and soft – a tricky combination – and the large space is subtly, if unimaginatively, divided into a large dining middle area, a lounge/drinking area near the door, and a raised section by the French windows.
The colours, though, are muted throughout, pastels, creams and browns designed to make the minimum of offence, and light wood everywhere which is uneasily Ikea-ish especially round the bar itself. On the counter sit cookie jars, incongruous in many bars but here not so, coffee seems far more natural here than alcohol.
I managed to get a peek at one of the 10 rooms upstairs and these are far more chic and minimal, black, red and white predominate and the feel reminded me of the award-winning Atholl Arms Hotel up in Fort Augustus- coincidentally another place adjoining a famous waterway.
Alcohol on its own seems to be third in line as a revenue generator- despite the good staff appreciation of the wine list- behind the accommodation and food. Space has been maximised to get many tables in play, possibly at the expense of atmosphere.
On the two occasions I’ve ventured this far out of the city there have been birthday parties in flow here, nothing too raucous though, you feel that would be inappropriate. Celebrations such as these are what the management have set out to attract, that and casual dining from local residents, probably folk who commute to either of the two cities and who are pleased to have got somewhere reasonably close that ticks most of their boxes.
The menu is more varied than expected, but expensive. For example: £9.95 for roast vegetable and sun-dried tomato penne, or £19.95 for a mixed grill.
As I said earlier this place is perfectly located by the canal marina. They have made the most of this with a broad decking area, which extends round two sides of the whole building. There is easy access to the decking through the French windows and from there you can step down beside the narrow boats and cruisers that line the basin. A few of the tables have Boathouse- branded umbrellas and these are the largest I’ve ever seen, permitting outside drinking whatever the weather. But the best weather for this place is obviously hot sunshine glinting on the water. This is a daytime destination, the weather and location creating the atmosphere, at night the interior lighting dissipates any vibe.
Another chain that operates around water features is the Cawley group, they of Duck Bay Marina Hotel and the Hungry Monk restaurants. I recently visited their Wheelhouse bar and restaurant in Langbank, over the M8 from the Clyde. Similar in feel to their other outlets it is glitzy in a decidedly middle-aged fashion, and far from the sophistication you know the owners are trying to achieve. Being harsh you could go right through the list of fittings: handrails, lamps, silly globe lamps, beams and tartan carpets and call every one as fake. Owners and designers presuming their customers’ tastes rather than executing their own clear vision. Even at Duck Bay on Loch Lomond, with views all the way up the loch, they almost manage to ruin an iconic location with cluttered, ostentatious furnishing.
At the Langbank Wheelhouse our party was greeted under the assumption we were to eat. Faces fell when we announced our intention just to drink. For a Friday evening the place was quiet, the ambience not helped by the separation between tables which may work for dining but not drinking. And I’m not inclined to try their food these days, after the way they changed the Kirkhouse Inn from a good country hotel/restaurant into a bland outlet. There were less than ten folk in the whole place but when two of us returned from a smoke we were greeted as before, like strangers.
All in all not very impressive but I’m sure they are making money, at least I hope they are, considering the astronomical prices they once charged me for soft drinks at the Hungry Monk in Gartocharn.
Still, business by the waterways is never easy. Ocho, a fresh little licensed coffee shop and delicatessen situated at Spiers Wharf basin on the Forth and Clyde near Port Dundas, closed after a less than a year trading. This despite good food and good prices and a superb view over city centre Glasgow.
Maybe urban canal side hasn’t yet caught on properly. Just as the leisure possibilities aren’t quite developing either. We’ve all seen the barges outside Glasgow for hire and for guided tours, but in all the times I’ve walked the dirty towpaths inside the city limits I’ve yet to see a moving boat. In my aforementioned novel the hero witnesses a shocking crime on board the local commuter barge but life is yet to imitate this art.
But given the right weather there’s nothing better than a drink on the water. The Stables bar by the canal near Kirkintilloch still draws in the crowds, Sunday evenings being the best time, even if my pals and me never got lucky on that night of the week. Lock 27 near Anniesland has better outside facilities than it ever had in its early-nineties heyday and is worth a long stay on a lazy afternoon.
I’m still looking forward to visiting the Bridge Inn at Ratho on the Union Canal. Its pretty location by an old bridge and new owners this year means I will be along there soon. My favourite, though, will probably remain the Eagle Barge, at Laggan Locks on the Caledonian Canal. Here the barge is the bar. Watch your head as you descend into its belly. The interior is as snug and as wood-lined as you could wish for, with nautical curios all around, but even these delights won’t keep you inside if the sun is shining. The views are superb, Loch Lochy to the south, Loch Oich and Loch Ness to the north, and the mountains of Glengarry Forest to the west. Follow the discrete sign off the A87 and through the trees for a new drinking experience.
Until I return north, it’s back to the waterways of the central belt and their accompanying hostelries. With the longer days approaching and the hope of a good summer that’s not too bad a prospect.
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