Me and The Mary decided for the first time in about 20
years to hit the January sales!
I’m a great believer in you only get what you pay for
so we decided to aim high and get the best of the deals about. We wanted quality at a decent price.
I’m not easily seduced by a special offer, well
sometimes I have been, but I’m not talking about my sex life here.
Not yet anyway!
What could go wrong?
Absolutely nothing and we were treated with dignity
and respect from the moment we walked through the door until we were thanked on
the way out by the gorgeous, polite and very lovey Fernando.
The food was chosen from the A La Carte menu and it
could not have been simpler. We were
brought bread and water to the table and the preceding two plates of food were
probably the best I’ve had for quite a while and I don’t just mean for the
price. At any cost I couldn’t have
faulted anything. Although I did say to
The Mary I’d need to leave a bit of the fish salsa because it was ‘far too
tasty!
The Mary had soup as the starter and it was fresh, hot
and wholesome. I had duck leg Bon Bons in lentils.
The Grilled Fillet of Seabass (£13.75) with crab cake, crayfish and blood
orange salsa, pickled vegetables meant I’d had more than my money’s worth
before the next course. The Mary had Beer Battered North Atlantic Cod - £12.95
with home cut fries, mushy peas and tartar sauce which was equally magnificent.
Not so last night at Marco Pierre White’s in The
Indigo Hotel on Waterloo Street.
Marketed as the ‘ultimate dining venue’ in Glasgow it
makes me wonder who does their digitals and have they ever actually eaten out
in this town?
Because of our success at Rogano
It turned out to be an offer we should have
refused. Admittedly we were a bit noisy
on the approach but had been excited by the initial illusion of grandeur. Then we were escorted to the furthest corner of an already almost empty Sala. I know people are seated near the entrance
and windows to make the place look but me and my partner in crime were so
far away from the entrance we nearly forgot where we were.
However, that was impossible with Mr, White’s mugshots
all over the place. He was there in
paper, oil and watercolour but:
‘what
Marco himself calls affordable glamour’ seemed to have taken the night
off along with the ‘lively atmosphere and exquisite food’.
The décor was grey and cold, food was mediocre to say
the most. I put a potato in my mouth and
it was like jelly. A baby charlotte boiled in its skin,
then left in its cooling water to pottage its precious, delicate, taste away should be grounds
for neglect. As for the chicken…I’ll
cluck no more!
This cruelty to food made me want to phone some
helpline and get the rest of the produce rescued from the kitchen before any other
organic life form was destroyed.
I can hear Mr Double Barrel White responding to this
by saying we must be “Uneducated and common or retarded.”
Truth is Mr Narcissist;
The food was shite!
With Love...
Me and The Mary!
