Jamie Oliver’s New Glasgow Restaurant

23 Oct

View of the outside of Jamie's ItalianI was lucky enough to be treated to dinner at Jamie Oliver’s new Glasgow restaurant.  It’s very new, and everyone was asking me what it was like, so here’s the answer:

First of all, it’s huge.  Cavernous.  It could probably seat 150 people comfortably, and more when they bring out the extra chairs (strange, bright red, school-like things).  The toilet is therefore far, far away (depending on where you are sitting) and down some stairs, across another floor, down a corridor, through a wardrobe… (Ok, I exaggerate.)

The décor is a little weird.  The building, on the south side of George Square, is a lovely 18th century blonde sandstone building, all fine proportions and clean lines, with columns by the door.  The inside is sort of retro-modernist, with exposed pipes, unusual lighting (cool glass pipes) etc.  Both fine on their own, but together?  And then a bit of Italian deli is thrown in for “authenticity”, with random loaves of bread in strange places and the larder outside the kitchen so everyone can see it.  The Italian deli / bistro thing at least goes with the menu, if not with anything else.

The seating is mainly in booths, which means that you can hear the people at your table and not at the next, which is nice.  However, it was very difficult for the staff to serve the people nearer the wall.  The staff were great, by the way – efficient, friendly and plentiful.

But none of that is the point, is it?  The point is, was the food any good?  Yes, it was.  There was a good range of starters, split into “nibbles” and “antipasti” for no very obvious reason.  There were seven of us, so instead of getting individual starters we got a selection and shared.  The whitebait were cold and not battered, which was a bit weird for those of use who were used to them hot and crispy, but they were nicely marinated, and were officially the fishiest fish I have ever tasted.  Olives stuffed with tuna suffered a bit from an excessively thick coating of breadcrumbs, but it was a really good flavour combination.  Stuffed chillis (looking like cherry tomatoes) were excellent – intensely flavoured, and not at all nippy.

Other starters were more miss than hit – the mushroom and cheese bites were unremarkable, and the ravioli “nachos” were just too dry (there’s a reason why they don’t make nachos out of pasta) – but on the whole they were great.

The main courses were enormous, with some options noticably bigger than others when they arrived, although you couldn’t tell from the menu.  The special was a fish soup, which seemed to have every type of seafood you could imagine thrown into it, and was served with amazing sourdough.  My prawn linguini with chilli and garlic was SO good!  Really garlickly, with plenty of firm prawns and just the right amount of chilli.  Fear not, there were options for people who don’t like fish, like carbonara.  The main courses are tilted in favour of fish lovers, however.

The puddings also varied dramatically in portion size.  Not a problem, but it might be nice to have an indication instead of having to guess.  The sorbet was three teeny weeny scoops, while the chocolate brownie and the lemon curd cake were enormous.   I had espresso and ice cream, something I hadn’t had since years ago in Greece.  It was perfect.  The ice cream was sweet enough, the espresso bitter enough, and they gave you the coffee in a tiny jug so you could pour over just as much as you wanted.

Despite not being able to make a reservation, we were in and out in under three hours.  That might be different at a weekend – this was a Tuesday.  The prices were reasonable – better than reasonable considering the portion size of most options.  The menu’s not hugely different from a lot of other Italians, but as Italian restaurants go it’s pretty good, and fairly priced.  I wouldn’t rave about it, but I would recommend trying it out.

And that’s what it was like.

View of the inside of Jamie's Italian

Googling Myself

22 Aug

I discovered something funny while googling myself the other day. I know googling used to be seen as vain, done only by people who wanted to point and shout “Look, that’s me, ME!” but I think that’s an idea that’s out of date, like the idea that a man isn’t properly dressed without a hat, or that using olive oil is pretentious. If you have an online presence, it’s a good idea to type your name into a search engine once in a while to check if you are being misrepresented or plagiarised (and of course so that you can go “That’s me, me!”).

The funny thing I discovered is that one of my article for Suite 101, “Aristotle’s Golden Mean“, is required reading for the Art Institute of California’s Ethics course!  It’s not the first time someone’s used one of my articles (usually as content on other websites), and it’s freely available, so there’s no problem there, but this is first time I’m aware of that students have been forced to read something I’ve written.  It’s only about 500 words so it’s no great hardship for them (compare that to the Nicomachean Ethics the article is based on), and this in itself may be an indication that it’s not the most in-depth ethics course on the market, but I’m not going to criticise the Institute, because I’m very flattered!

When I rule the world…

10 Aug

It’s not going to happen (which is undoubtedly for the best) but here’s what would happen if I suddenly found myself in charge of the world – or just the country.

1) Car culture would be a thing of the past.  You’re not getting one unless you have a good reason, like living in the country or having limited physical mobility.  I am sick of almost missing my train even though I live two minutes from the station, because you can’t even cross the road in the morning.

2) Anyone who let their dog foul and didn’t clear it up would have their dog taken off them.  Of course, this would be less of a problem than it is now because…

3) Private dog ownership would be seriously curtailed (you’d have to have the time and space to look after it properly), and there would be a quota for cats so there weren’t too many in each neighbourhood.  Sounds harsh, but think how many more songbirds there would be.

4) Tomorrow wouldn’t start at midnight which is clearly the evening, not the morning.  Instead it would start at 6am, which, if you’ve stayed up all night, is about the time you start to think “oh no, it’s tomorrow!”

And finally,

5) There would be a law against starting Christmas advertising before November.

Don’t worry, I’m not thinking of going into politics anytime soon 😉

Five Things That Are Annoying

7 May

In no particular order.

1) Getting spam from a company you’re already a customer of. Spam is annoying enough anyway, but when they only have your address because you’re already a customer it’s doubly annoying. I can’t tell you the number of times my bank has sent leaflets asking me to open a current account with them. And how do they have my address? Because I have a current account with them!

2) Online surveys that tell you you haven’t qualified after you thought you’d nearly finished the survey. If it were one or two test questions just to see if you’re a suitable subject that’s fair enough (e.g. “Do you have a car? No? Then you haven’t qualified”). But when you spend the best part of ten minutes typing away thinking you’re going to get some reward, and then they tell you – that’s really annoying.

3) Deceitful returns policies. See when they get you to buy something by saying “Of course you can bring it back for any reason at all!” and then when you try to return it it’s all “there’s no defect” or “you’ll have to speak to the manager”, that’s deeply annoying. You feel deceived. I bought something from the gadget counter at Hamleys (“Of course you can bring it back!”) and I had no end of trouble getting them to take it back even though the instructions were in gibberish and the product didn’t actually work!

4) Swearing on public transport. Everyone gets annoyed, but some people think it’s fine to utter an expetive every second word even when surrounded by complete strangers. The thing is, although I believe in freedom of speech, you have a captive audience on public transport and they probably don’t want to hear it. Save it for somewhere that people can escape if they want to!

5) Drivers who don’t signal for pedestrians. Grr! I know there’s no point in signaling when there’s no-one around, but a pedestrian is not no-one! We also need to know whether you’re turning right (and we can therefore cross the road) or left (and will therefore knock us down). Of course, cyclists often don’t signal for drivers or pedestrians, but to start on them would require another list!

Fame at last! (not really)

3 Apr

On Monday (4th April) the new edition of People’s Friend will hit the shops.  Well, being the kind of magazine it is it won’t so much hit them as pat them gently, but the point is that my story, “Turning the Corner”, will be in it!  Hooray!  They bought it ages ago and I’ve been wondering when it would actually appear.  This is the highest circulation magazine that I’ve had anything published in, and it gives me a nice buzz.

This year has been a bit light on acceptances so far – just one!  That was from Flash (University of Chester) for a piece of flash fiction, unsurprisingly.  It’s a bit of an odd piece, and not one that I thought would be easily accepted, but it was taken by the first publication I sent it to.

It’s funny how that happens – the ones you think will do well get rejection after rejection, and the awkward wee pieces surprise you by being accepted.  I have a few of what I consider my most saleable (and best) stories still looking for a home.  Oh well, I’ll keep trying and probably keep being surprised.

Rules to Live By

20 Mar

Some given to me as advice, some learnt from experience, but all useful when applied with common sense.

  • Smile and nod.
  • It will all seem better in the morning.
  • Ignore it and it will go away.
  • Never go to the toilet straight before going to the doctor.
  • Be honest.
  • Don’t drink wine when you’re thirsty.
  • Don’t buy an espresso from a place that can’t spell it.
  • There is no such thing as “the real world”.
  • There’s nothing wrong with being different.
  • There are better things to be than pretty.
  • There are better things to be than clever.
  • Generally speaking, beware of men with beards.
  • It is never necessary to sin in order to do good.
  • Nobody can dance.
  • You can’t dance in slippers.
  • Cultivate friendship.
  • Fresh air and sunshine are good for you.
  • In almost all cases, whisky named after a place = good, whisky named after a person = bad.

Disabled Toilets

1 Mar

Disabled people don’t wear coats or carry bags. They also don’t use make up or care about the appearance of their hair. How do I know this? Because disabled toilets never have coathooks or a mirror. In fact, in a disabled toilet you’re lucky if you even get anything to dry your hands on. (A dryer that wheezes on your hands like an asthmatic gerbil does not count.)

This is annoying enough if you’re using the accessible toilet for the sake of convenience and could just go along to the ladies’, but it must be infuriating if you don’t have a choice about it. I think someone should organise a secret national event when we all go into disabled loos armed with stick-on hooks and mirrors. It would make life slightly less annoying for a lot of people.

Left-Handed Day

8 Feb

Last week I decided to have a left-handed day, although I am actually right handed.  There was a reason.  My “ambidextrous” sister and “right handed” me had been having a conversation about it, and we couldn’t find many things that she could actually do significantly better with her left hand than I could.

So I thought I would swap hands for a day and see if I’m more amidextrous than I thought.  The simple answer is, yes, I can do a lot more with my left hand than I would have assumed.  That still leaves the question, though, of whether my sister and I are both ambidextrous or whether all right-handed people are actually not too bad with their left hands but just never try.  Give it a go and let me know.

Here are the highlights of my leftie day:

Hardest thing (apart from remembering to use my left hand): Spreading butter on toast, followed closely by double-clicking a mouse.

Easiest thing: Using straighteners.  I had never realised but I always hold them in my left hand, using the right to hold the hair.  Swapping over was no trouble at all.

Bravest thing: Cutting my fringe.  It turned out better than usual!

Weirdest thing: I found it much harder to type, even though I always type with two hands, and it was even harder to read.  That sounds as if it doesn’t make any sense at all but handedness is closely linked to language ability (to do with hemispheres of the brain) so I was probably just confusing my poor brain with the swap.

Things I chickened out of: Making a Valentines card for my husband (it’s hard!) and writing the address on envelopes.  Well, I did want them to get there!

Christmas Top 5

24 Dec

Mary and Jesus (Raphael's Madonna dell Granduca)My personal selection of the best bits of Christmas.  A couple of deliberate omissions: the incarnation of Jesus, but that is Christmas, rather than being a good thing about Christmas.  And snow, because while snow is great it more often than not comes separately from Christmas.

So, here we go, in no special order:

1) Tinsel  I love the sparkliness of tinsel, especially in low light, the softness of it when you run it through your fingers, and the smell when you take it out of the box from last year.  Nothing else smells like tinsel, and tinsel smells of Christmas!

2) Christmas Food – and far too much of it, usually, but it’s great to have an excuse to eat lovely scrummy fattening food like chocolate logs and roast potatoes.  And sherry is a funny one.  I would never drink it at any other time of year, but somehow at Christmas it’s just right.

3) Carols I wait every year for the carols to start!  I love singing them in parts or hearing them sung in parts, I love caroling out in the cold and warm, crowded, candlelit carol services.  I love the words and even the silly bits you know aren’t accurate, like the fact that “snow had fallen, snow on snow”.  Poetic licence is just fine at Christmas.

4) Presents Not just receiving (although that’s good) but giving them too.  When you’ve paid attention and you get it right, the look on people’s faces is brilliant.  And wrapping presents is fun, and so is tearing off the wrapping.  And then using all your new things as soon as possible.  Generally good in every way.

5) Christmas Spirit – by which I mean people being nice to each other.  It’s not just a myth, people really are kinder at Christmas (although it tends to be towards strangers rather than family!).  Strangers smile at each other, wish each other well and help each other out when they are in need, and there is generally a good deal more peace on earth and goodwill towards men.

None of your bah humbug here!

Shoe Envy

2 Dec

I have said before that I don’t understand most women’s fascination with handbags.  Shoes, however, are a different matter.  I can be quite illogical about shoes.  Yes, I don’t understand the appeal of Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahnicks (nasty clunky looking things) and yes, I have my sensible pairs of Clarks (they don’t leak), but I also have ridiculous strappy, high heeled confections of joy not because they are comfortable (some of them I can barely walk in) or waterproof (far from it) but because they are beautiful.

When I was at Uni I had a pair of black high-heeled sandals (as they are called, although they’ll never see a beach) which had a network of narrow, overlapping black straps, a four inch heel and not much else.  I called them my suicide shoes.  I wore them to the hall ball one night – six hours in those shoes and I couldn’t feel my feet for two days afterwards.  But it was worth it because they were so beautiful.  And not just the shoes themselves, but in really lovely shoes your feet are transformed into things of beauty too.

The latest episode of my relationship with shoes has been my search for the perfect pair of high heeled long boots.  They are in fashion at the moment, but in some ways that doesn’t help because a) there’s too much choice, too many places to look and b) the ones that are in fashion are generally either slouch style and too short, or over the knee (yikes!) or have so many buckles you’ll probably fasten your legs together as you walk.

I finally found a pair after much searching – heel not too high, not too flat, colour right (has to be black), only a small, unthreatening amount of buckles, and, for a miracle, the right length on the leg, too.  Then, the day after I found them, I suffered an unexpected attack of shoe envy when the boss at work walked in with a better pair!  Horror!  Of course, her budget is less limited than mine, but it leached all the joy out of my acquisition.  At least until I saw them the next day from another angle and they made her look like Rudolph Hess.  Phew!  My boots are perfect again.

One thing that is annoying about shoes, though, is that you have to put up with whatever height of heel the manufacturer sees fit to give you.  If you love the shoes and they have four inch heels, tough – you will have to get used to pain.  If you love them and the heel isn’t long enough to keep your trousers off the floor, again, tough – you’ll have to learn to sew hems.  Surely there is a market for shoes, not just in different sizes, but also different heel heights?  An idea for any entrepreneur ready to brave the (never-ending?) credit crunch.

 

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