Singl-end

Singl-end

      

So, me and The Mary headed to the Singl-end in Garnethill and this was a first for her because, normally I’m working during the day and she has ‘awe the weans’ after school, so it was a right treat for both of us.

She got very excited and had a look at the website by Marcdoeswebsites and although it doesn’t have much by way of content, regarding background or concept, it does have right good pictures, directions, menus and is very easy to navigate. That’s all she needed to start salivating before she even left the house!

Me, on the other hand, I’m always interested in the history of the buildings, business, ethos and love a good story, so later, I’ll tell you a tale, about a real single end, or studio as they're now called! 

We were greeted at the door by the lovely Julie and although the street outside was deserted, at 11.30 in the morning, The Singl-end was packed. We were directed to the waiting area with lovely chesterfield couches and offered menus and drinks while we waited. The Mary decided to have a we snooze while I enjoyed the ambience.

                                                                         

It has a very cool vibe and is comfortable with a sense of vibrancy and enthusiasm from the staff; who are all gorgeous by the way. I had the Baked Meaty Eggs as usual and every, single, time I order this, think I won’t finish it but, I do. I’m then overwhelmed with self-disgust because of my own greed and suffer the disappointment of not having managed one of the fabulous cakes on offer!

Prices are very reasonable and the specials menu is always deliciously inventive. The Mary had the quiche with sweet potatoes and slightly curried cauliflower which caused me severe food envy but that’s because I’m a greedy wee ****! 

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So to finish!

"Once upon a time there was a wee lassie called Carrot Heid. She lived up a close in Bridgeton with 5 other family members. They huddled in a Single End and shared a toilet with two other families. Carrots was always very scared to go to the outside lavvy on her own. 

One night, after midnight, when everyone was asleep she had a very sore tummy and crept out of the hovel with the massive iron key and roll of scratchy, San Izal, toilet paper.

It was mid-December and very very cold. After doing a number 2 she noticed the toilet had iced up and…

Oh No! there it was! Her dirty business was sitting there, steaming on the ice. Wee Carrots clasped her hands and said a prayer to Jesus. She prayed her faeces would be warm enough to melt the ice and disappear. She closed her eyes for a minute and when she opened them, it had gone.

From that day forward Little Ginger was a believer but was far too embarrassed to tell anyone about The Miracle in the Lavvy!" 

The End

The toilets in the Singl-end however, are spotless, bigger than my first house and the toilet paper was deliciously soft, gentle and not at all scratchy. I could have sat there all day!

Singl-end, either the one in Merchant City or Garnethill, is one of my favourite places and the standard is always exceptional. So if you go and are asked to wait, be patient!

It’s well worth your time and hard earned dosh and they have my favourite Italian Aroma Coffee!

Take it easy!

Next time!