Tuesday, 19 February 2019

Tea Lover!

Until recently my one, true and constant love has been coffee but suddenly I' find myself desiring tea and can't get enough of it.

I'm overwhelmed by the urge to soak my teabag at every opportunity. Or better still; get lost in an osmosis of putting two simple things together to create something so deliciously satisfying it blows my mind.

George Orwell said;

"The pot should be warmed beforehand!"

I would agree and my pot gets hot just thinking about it!
In some countries teapots are fitted with little, dangling baskets under the spout to catch stray leaves. I can think of other uses for these wee baskets and might invent a wee device to keep the sheets clean.

So what better way to start the week than visiting The Shanghai Teahouse in Bothwell?

I've was invited along to be their very first guest.
In the heart of Bothwell, it's bringing an authentic, oriental flair to this gorgeous, leafy and beautiful conservation village. The decor in The Shanghai Teahouse is chic, lush and inviting. This restaurant has been a work in progress for two years and the result are bang on target for success, in every aspect.

They will have no problem infusing into the already buzzing and high quality hospitality available in leafy Bothwell.

The welcome I got was warm and although I only had time for tea, coffee and a starter, the service and experience was first class and I'll be back for more very soon.
The Shanghai Tearoom has awakened my dormant desire for Chinese cuisine and all things tea related to a new level and here are some of the benefits of my new passion!

  • Helps create a calmer and alert state of mind
  • Lowers stress hormones
  • Helps protect your smile
  • Is calorie free
  • Increases your metabolism
  • Eases irritability and headaches 
  • Releases tension
Bit like SEX actually so, get the kettle on and have some tea for two before getting on the phone to The Shanghai Tearooms to bask in the afterglow with some fantastically flavoursome food to refuel!


祝你好運Sui和Wanta。
下次見!

Phone 01698 451896 




Thursday, 31 January 2019

Be Still My Dripping Heart!

Red Blooded Glasgow Girl
Image by Getty Images (BlackJack3D)

St Valentine has a lot to answer for!

Another year and another table for one!

Don't get me wrong it's my choice to be on my own but seriously, even my independent, confident heart leaks when overwhelmed with a barrage of blood, red hearts and flowers. Especially when I'm digesting Haggis and still have left over christmas pudding in the cupboard

Nothing was further from my mind when I went shopping for a 21st birthday card and yet, there I was, faced with promises to ‘love you forever’, ‘always in my heart’ and proclamations of ‘undying love’!

To be perfectly honest, my craving is for an evening of sexual desire with no promise of eternal lust because, if done properly, it’s bloody exhausting and once a year, well maybe once a week, is enough.

I’m a busy girl!

When I was young and fresh I always had cards to open on 14th February. One year I got 14 but most of them were from friends of my younger brothers, stating what they’d like to do to me. It was flattering and terrifying in equal measures.

In a previous life my gorgeous man always worked on Valentines day and sometimes I even went with him to help out. We agreed it was one of the quietest and most uncomfortable evenings of the year in hospitality.  Especially when some spontaneous, knee bender proposed.

Pure Riddie!

The mortified victim was usually forced to say yes in order to save embarrassment and get him off his knees while everyone in the restaurant looked on. Then you could sense a raging air of disappointed from the other 'plus ones', sitting there, getting drunk, thinking, ‘how embarrassing’ but all the while, wishing it was them faced with a sparkly, suggestion of eternity.

I still have the very first Valentine’s card my husband gave me. It winds up to play 'My Funny Valentine'! There was always a small, precious and thoughtful gift to open on the evening we'd planned, with food, wine, music and  romance, far from the maddening 14th!

Being together with someone you're fond of should always be special, especially if intimacy is involved.  Although sex, like everything else, has become too available and in some ways less precious. ‘Forever’ appears to be fanciful delusion in our very, fast paced, transient, click of a button culture.

So, all you lovers out there; go buy your cards before they're sold out or you’ll need to present your loved-up one with an Easter egg; they're in the shops already too!

You could always place a sparkly surprise inside to make up  for your tardiness!

This Valentines day I'll be donating Blood, with no sweat or tears!

Happy Valentine's Day when,
It...
You...
or your lover comes!

XXX

Click this link to find out where you can donate blood!

Wednesday, 23 January 2019

The Battlefield Rest

I'm humped and it's only Wednesday!

However, I'm happy to be stopping on the way home for a rest on a site of the Battleground where Mary Queen of Scots fought her last battle. Most of my battles are fought in my head and by the time I approach a likely victim I'm too tired and no longer interested.

The Battle in my Head?  Now that would be a great title for a book...watch this space!

The Battlefield Rest site was originally used for 'resting and courting' so I might be in luck and find an old-fashioned, chivalrous suitor.
I've not been very well recently because of a kissing deficiency. It's sort of self inflicted and caused by severe reaction to intimate contact. It's brought on mainly by boredom, lack of enthusiasm and the wish to be swept away by laughter and good chat! Maybe, if I'd shut my gub, stop talking and eating, a guy could get look, or even a word in.

Maybe even a tongue?

Some very attentive guys seem to think they can remedy my condition.

When one of the weaker sex recently asked for my number so he could prescribe me a snog I replied;

"I'm alright Jack because the thing is, if I give you my phone number; you'll only phone me, ask me out for dinner and then...?"

Well...it's never really just dinner or a kiss is it?

Marco Giannasi, who owns The Battlefield Rest, is a charming man with a cheeky, gorgeous smile.
Bet he's a good kisser?
All the best kissing remedies are either attached to their spousal labre, have been rejected like a dose of herpes or are playing in a field of available, willing, liberated and fabulously female predators.

Women no longer sit back and wait, they are warriors ruling a battlefield of more than willing, testosterone filled, foot soldiers.
Me, I'm quite happy, right  here in The Battlefield Rest-ing and wrapping my chops around a juicy, beef fillet with a crusty, haggis and black pudding polpettes. Then dressing my tongue with a creamy Clock Tower covered in crushed Amaretto. If that's not enough I could have Rob Roy's Cup overflowing with deliciously, fresh strawberries drenched in a saucy liquor.

Why bother with the stress of dating when it's all right there, at your lips and cutlery tips, in the wonderful Battlefield Rest?

So, here I am in my cosy bed, basking in the afterglow of one of Glasgow's most imposing towers of Italian Cuisine which is still standing the test of time!

Pass me a cigarette please!
Buona Notte!

To book your table click here!






Friday, 4 January 2019

Boh' Uddingston

When I'm in Italy if someone says;

"Boh?"

It's followed by a question mark because it sort of suggests; I don't have a clue!

When I went to this new venue in Uddingston yesterday however, it was clear they knew exactly what they were doing. From the moment I stepped out of the car it was welcoming and chic.
The staff are very professional, polite and charming, without being overly familiar.  I've been  to a few places in and around Bothwell and they are often pretentiousness and prices are overwhelmingly, inflated because there's seems to be a whiff delusion in the air!
The food in Boh' was beautifully presented and delicious; with a price tag which will definitely entice the locals and may even bring the Bothwell mob out of their, Farrow and Ball, painted shells for the 1.7 mile journey from Cut to Boh'!

Although I'm sure some of them might pay the higher prices in Bothwell; as they did for the Postcode!

No accounting for superciliousness of locality!

Being a bit of a vagrant I'll never understand it myself?
Christopher the manager is very handsome and friendly and unlike some front of house staff he also knows how to run a kitchen which is very important for momentum and smooth running of any food joint!

So, I wish them well and I'll be back time and time again for the most deliciously, sexy, shockingly scrumptious, lush, (bit like my friend Alan I was with) lemon meringue pie in a glass I have ever tasted!
I wish you well and am sure you will feed and purvey your way into 2019 with flair and panache!

Hope to see you soon with The Mary as she'll be raging I was there without her!

Next time!








Wednesday, 7 November 2018

Van Winkle!


The story of Rip Van Winkle is set in the Catskill Mountains before the American Revolution. It was a “region full of fable”, holding many memories within its mounds.
My story is set in Glasgow where many people have come and gone but The Mary is omnipresent and, likewise, my love for her is boundless! That’s why, tonight, against my better judgement, I’ve ended up in the Calton District to check out Van Winkle.
This area has changed so much in the past 20 years and is evident in the statistics regarding life expectancy of the local inhabitants. 54 years is often quoted but, with the population increasing by 36% since 2001, the estimate is now 68 for men and 77 for women. The value of housing stock has also risen by 31%.
The Mary was born there and it’s where she lived when I met her and, like Rip Van Winkle in the Mountains of Native America, it’s a place filled with tales of battles, ghosts and spirits. Me and The Mary have had many a scary night in Glasgow. In fact, she reminded me of one, in this very place, when it was called Eastenders.
It was 1983 and normal to encounter the local ‘working girls’ having a wee night out. It was always great fun with James Hughes, the local ‘cabaret’ artist, providing great entertainment. However, on that occasion my sister knocked one of the ‘girls’ off her chair and when I went to apologise, on her behalf, the lassie took an instant loathing to me!
The ensuing fracas resulted in The Mary running round to the Traders Tavern for reinforcements to come and rescue us.  The Clark sisters arrived in about two minutes, like fabulously, happy and excited, raging warriors. The party was just getting started for them.
I remember sitting terrified in the escape car outside, waiting for my mum to come out, while one of the wild, working, lassies was banging on the bonnet shouting,
“I’m gonnae f***king bottle that wee, ugly, posh, snooty, Ginger c**t!”
I was mortally offended because I’d never thought of myself as a snob!
Like Rip Van Winkle, the Calton had been asleep for about 20 years but is now experiencing a renaissance and fast becoming a vibrant, cultural and important centre of creativity, regeneration and the arts.  
Van Winkle has a very cool vibe and the décor is cosily industrial which is not that easy to do. They have corrugated iron on the walls, crude, grainy wooden tables and old school chairs making it both regular and eclectic at the same time. They have truly revived and reclaimed the venue as their own with panache and gritty realism.
For starters we had Buttermilk Chicken Tenders with bourbon, buffalo, extra hot sauce and the Buffalo Wings. The Mary’s eyes nearly popped when she tried it.  I had naughtily said it wasn’t so hot but it was actually nearly as hot as a guy I’d been dating’s new squeeze. Even I fancy her, so I’m not hurt or offended at all…I’m not…not really…well maybe a wee bit!
We then had burgers and they were deliciously meaty with melted, dripping cheese which I licked off my arm with glee. Later that evening I found some which had trickled down my bra and I scooped it out relishing tender memories of the evening and the past few weeks of fun, rollicks and terrific scran.

Regarding my recent encounters of the casual kind I sent him a message saying,
“Well done you and thanks for the beautiful memories!”
And well-done Van Winkle if it isn’t broken don’t fix it.  Me and The Mary will be back but, in the meantime, keep doing what you’re doing especially the two coursers for £11!
Today there is so much choice in every aspect of life and maybe we should learn to have some loyalty. If you ever want to be truly happy then give things a chance. Like dating, when you find something amazing, try to build on it without constantly trawling for something glossier.
Businesses open and close in Glasgow every week, hearts are broken, illusions shattered and lives are wasting away along with reputation and hopefulness. Even if you don’t frequent a place or are not too keen on it still try recommending it and don’t ever decry someone else’s dream.
So, when you find out what makes your taste buds tingle have respect in the fact someone has taken the time to prepare, nurture and present it for your pleasure. If your tingle fades, it’s not their fault it’s something lacking in you!
See you the next time!
Me and The Mary”
Mx


Wednesday, 24 October 2018

Roosevelt's Bar and Kitchen!


Who would pick a daisy in a field of roses?
Me neither!
Nor would I pick a vegan burger in a den of meat but go to Roosevelt’s Bar and Kitchen at 144 Park Road in Woodlands Glasgow at least you have the choice.
The meaning of Roosevelt is ‘Field of Roses’ but Brothers Scott and Graeme or, taking into account the origins of their names I’ll call them God and Gravel, are packing them in with juicy, fleshy, brawny burgers and with the help of some ‘Vegan Burd’ called Adele they’ll also offer mortal free options.
Vegans eat a wide variety of plant foods such as lentils, beans, nuts, seeds, fruits and vegetables. Their preference is for anything that’s not derived from livestock. Personally, I think plants have feelings too and would never forage a flower, from the earth, to die in a vessel, on its lonesome.
Me, like most of the men I know, would always pick moist lamb, slender venison or a lean cow to take up the road.  Nothing like a bit of fresh, young meat to sully the bulbous nerve endings on your tongue and get your ravenousness juices flowing.
The bothers Mclean, as the name implies, are sons and servants of the city and I applaud them for their dedication to great scran. Even if it means munching with bush fondlers.
The boys use the freshest of ingredients from local suppliers such as S. Collins & Son in Muirhead (Butchers Extraordinaire) and they have my favourite, Glasgow based, Italian Aroma Coffee. I choose the ‘Eleanor’, beef patty burger with bacon, lettuce, tomato, pickle and burger sauce topped with Jalapenos. It was hot and meaty just like big Scotty Boy!
I was reading yesterday that Eleanor Roosevelt died of cardiac failure and on the way home I felt as if history might repeat itself because I’d scoffed everything on my plate. Fortunately, the meat was so lean and the bun so light and fluffy that I didn’t meat my end...not yet anyway and could still touch my toes without bending my knees.
Just saying!
So, get your hin’ end up to that West End or call right now and book a table on 0141 339 9124 and sample an 8 oz. Rump for a mere £16 quid or a Clinton Sausage for a tenner. Remember though, Bill’s schlong nearly cost him the presidency, so be careful of how you masticate your mutton.
I would have loved some of the Sticky toffee pudding, drizzled with hot, toffee sauce and vanilla ice cream but I’d been well satiated. Also, I’m quite a clumsy eater and didn’t want to mess up my dress then have to explain myself at the cleaners!
“Yes, I did have, messy, sensual relations with a steamy, sticky pudding!”
Maybe they could create a Lewinsky Hotdog with cream cheese, runny mayo and Jalapenos then serve it with a discount voucher for the local Johnson’s the Cleaners!
So, everything in the Roosevelt Garden is Rosy and although you can’t grow flowers in gravel these guys are nourishing their business with great food, a fantastic selection of drinks and honest hospitality along with diversity, imagination and vigour!
I wish them all the luck in the West End!
See you next time with The Mary!
Mx