So, the weather has not been great and I know it’s been raining but The Mary turned up in her Wellies
tonight! FFS!
When I phoned to make arrangements she’d misheard me. With all the kids shouting in the background,
noise of the telly and the fact that she was emptying the washing machine at
the same time, she thought I’d said,
“Get sorted and wear wellies on yer
feet”.
She really needs to pay more attention and learn how to
multi-task.
I thought it was very funny so let her come in the car and
never let on. She thought it was a wee
surprise and we were going to some ‘outdoor barbecue thing’ at the Glasgow
Green. She was actually quite excited;
which just shows how happy she is to get a night out.
So imagine her surprise when I parked on
Bath Street.
“Whit ur we daein here?”
she said
I explained I had actually said,
“Going to Sarti’s on Wellington Street!”
It was very funny. Well, at least I thought it was, until she
started complaining that she might get ‘Planter Fasciitis’. Now, I thought she was talking about herbs
because we had both been repotting food-like plants at the weekend but she explained
it’s something you get from walking in wellies.
I need to ask Lorraine @ Funny Feet about this?
Seemingly, it’s something to do with the arches of the feet not
being supported and she might need to get some pain relief gel. I told her I’d need some valium to keep me
calm if she didn’t shut the f*** up!
All she had to do was sit in the car and then walk to the
restaurant; it’s not as if she cares what she looks like, so it was not a big
problem as far as could see. This was
going to be a long night. It’s enough
that she complains about her fibromyalgia, looking after 4 children, the size
of the garden, her thinning hair and everything else but to go on and on about
her apparent problems and spoil my night is not on.
My time is precious!
The Sarti brothers have three restaurants in Glasgow and the
first one opened its doors as a café bar and deli in 1992, I can’t actually
believe it was 25 years ago! I used to
go for breakfast, at least once a week, and it was a haven before starting work
and set me right up for the day.
When Sandro and Piero, along with a friend Gerry O’Donnell,
opened in 1992 their concept was to bring together the quality and simplicity of
food from the mountains of Garafagnana and combine this with wonderful
Mediterranean seafood from the Versilia and Liguria regions of Italy to create
an authentic and simple Cucina Italiana! They did this with flourish and created a
benchmark for others to follow.
As soon as we went in The Mary started to complain that her
feet had started to smell and it was my fault she was wearing completely
inappropriate footwear. I explained that
it was probably the fabulous cheese she could smell, like Gorgonzola, Taleggio,
Pecorino Toscana and my very favorite Dolcelatte.
She was happy with that but, to tell
you the truth, I think it might have been her feet.
The Mary and I agreed that there was
a more European feel to the place rather than Italian but it was welcoming and
cosy. George the Greek met us at the
door and was cheekily charming and our smiley, Spanish server was delightful, informative and they were both very cheery and enthusiastic.
I choose the seafood bruschetta to
start and I’m not sure what they do with fish in Liguria but it tasted a lot
like prawn cocktail, created by our very own Fanny Cradock to me, with a bit smoked salmon on toast.
It was delicious all the same. The Mary doesn’t really like fish so opted
for a tomato Bruschetta!
We both choose the rolled pork
with sauce and this definitely had flavours of Italy and was accompanied
by the most wonderful roast potatoes. As you can see from my, nearly empty, plate the main course was exceptional.
We were too full for dessert but had coffee.
The evening included an extra and
unexpected jaunt to Sarti’s in Bath Street and had we known that’s where the
toilet was we would have booked there instead.
The Mary went mental and gave me abuse when she phoned me from the
toilet to say that her ‘Planter
Fasciitis’ had been exacerbated on the trek and she wanted me to pick her up in
the car to bring her back round.
You get to the toilet through a
series of underground tunnels with steep, slippery stairs and although I found
it quite exciting The Mary had trouble getting there and back. With Her baker’s cyst and our weak bladders we
would need to be better prepared if we ever went back.
See you next time.
Rx
To book a table click on the link below but make sure if you have a weak bladder or mobility concerns to book Renfield or Bath Street!
