I met this dog in a pub. Finnieston is full of dog friendly pubs. This was in Ben Nevis. I think his name was Wayne, but I’d had a few rums by this point.
On Friday I went to The Finnieston’s pop-up gin bar as part of a 5PM deal. I love gin, but I’m disappointed when it’s served with the wrong garnish or the bartender doesn’t take pride in its presentation.
This wasn’t the case on Friday. We were presented with a list of premium, Scottish gin and tonics of which we could choose three. Jamie, our bartender, gave us recommendations based on our preferences and told us a bit about each gin.
They went down a little too well. I have to admit we didn’t stop at 3.
Living in Finnieston, I drink at The Finnieston quite often. Their gin cocktail, The Nautical, is my favourite. It was really nice to spend some time in their upstairs bar, which I didn’t even know existed, and have more of an intimate setting with the bartender who could talk us through our drinks.
Ooh, I finally got around to checking out Alchemilla, one of Finnieston’s newest food spots. I’ll leave the food review to Briony, but I will say I enjoyed both the grub and the drink. I’ll definitely be back. Bonus points for being dog friendly, too!
I took a break from working on my photography workshop to check out The Steamie, a new coffee shop in Finnieston. Oh man, I love living in Finnieston. New places pop up all the time. It’s really come along since The Hydro was built.
Anyway, The Steamie reminded me of Artisan Roast in Edinburgh. It’s a welcome addition to Argyle Street—a judgement I’m basing on my piccolo and caramel shortbread. Delicious!
P.S. Due to receiving a number of messages on Flickr about buying licenses for my photos to use (mostly web designers), from now on—when I upload a photo to Flickr—you can buy a license to use it in your work.
Seriously, what is happening to Finnieston? It’s become a hub of nice bars and places to eat. I am happy. Today Jo – Director at Toad’s Caravan (srs bsns woman) – and I tried The Gannett, which was boasting a particularly festive menu. We washed down our duck risotto with mulled wine, whilst propped on a bar stool at the window and watching handsome men walk past. Or as handsome as they get in Glasgow. *ducks*
I woke up today itching to take a photo. Like, chicken pox kind of itchy. Hopefully I get to scratch it later today, but for now here’s a photo of Mr O’Hagan, making a return appearance on my blog. We haven’t seen one another for what felt like a long time, and he randomly turned up at my house yesterday. Oh Hai. We went for coffee and dinner. There’s another one on my Flickr.