When I scrolled through the list looking for The Mini Grill I initially only noticed part of the image which said ‘Roast in in The City’ and I was unsure whether to click on it, or not, as it reminded me of the early eighties in Glasgow; up that Victoria’s! No girl was safe if she left her drink down then went back to it! There were many tales of Roastings in the City and, although I was never directly involved, I was, a times intrigued!
I used to think it was a compliment when I overheard someone calling me ‘a pure roaster’; thought it meant I was a hottie. I suppose it did really but not in the traditional sense!
The website states The Mini Grill is all about the shared experience, bit like the activity mentioned earlier!
Situated in the heart of Glasgow The Mini Grill's setting is deemed to be comfortable and convivial. Me and The Mary will be the judge of that. Just in case there is any misunderstanding about our carnal preferences we are taking along The Mary’s sister, who is a cop but undercover for the evening.
It would be a dead giveaway if we walked in with her in uniform and we don’t want to alert them in case there is any suggestion of underhand activity because, although I wouldn’t want to take part, I am a bit of a voyeur when it comes to prohibited eroticisms!
As expected, this venue is beneath street level on Glasgow’s Lively Bath Street. I’m beginning to think I really did hit the wrong tab when I notice the suggestion of a quickie at lunchtime, or a more leisurely feast in the evening on the menu!
It is also very comforting to see that they only use premium, ethical and locally sourced supplies so no fear of not understanding exactly when we say NO means NO!
This was spot on because when we arrived Captain Kirk, who greeted us at the door, was refreshingly, handsomely Scottish and immediately there was a sense of comfort without fear of misunderstanding or a language barrier as to exactly what me, Suzie Broon and The Mary were after.
Me and The Mary ordered the Haggis Trio and then she fancied The Celebration of Swine made up of Swine cheek which she said reminded her of me. The pork belly also made her think of me in 1989 just before I became obsessed with Jane Fonda and Aerobics. FFS…I was like a rubber ball; bouncing off walls for about three years.
It was mental but I was right fit!
Then she sparks up with the fact that the black pudding reminded her of a sailor she hooked up with in 1979. She met him at the Broomielaw and he was just off a ship from the Caribbean for a couple of days.
Never ceases to amaze does The Mary.
Subo Cop had some Duck Breasts which made me think of the Corinthian on a Friday night; Duck lips and Silicon Breasts. Some roasters in there by the way! Officer Suzie and I chose the Fish and Chips and I don’t know why, but it made me think of a band from the 80’s. What were they called again... Slimey Fisher?
Or was that the guy from Plenty Fish The Mary told me about who left her feeling a wee bit Tinder in her nethers?
Taste in food, like taste in men, is subjective and depends on time, mood and situation. Just ask The Mary. I thought I knew everything about that lassie and yet every week I’m left openmouthed by her breadth of experience and knowledge of carnal affairs.
However, when I broached the subject on her experience of 'Roasting' she gave me a look that said it all! OMG …
I cannae even repeat the story she told me on the way home in the car when Sergeant Suzie was out of the way! Jesus Christ I can’t get the image out of my head. Scarred for life and today I’ve been suffering dreadful *PTRS*
I cannae even repeat the story she told me on the way home in the car when Sergeant Suzie was out of the way! Jesus Christ I can’t get the image out of my head. Scarred for life and today I’ve been suffering dreadful *PTRS*
So, if you want to know more about the food at The Mini Grill; go and try it for yourself. Could you say hello to Captain Kirk and the very Beautiful Charlotte for me when you're there!
Also, if you're brave enough ask The Mary about the night she went back to Slimey Fisher’s hotel with him and the band, go for it. Just don't do it when I'm there.
I can’t even look at her now!
Well at least not until next Monday!
See ya!
Mx
*PTRS* Post Traumatic Roasters Syndrome
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