I've been on a bit of a blogger's hiatus, and I'm not sure why. No
longer do I have work or exams to lay the blame on, or any other major
commitments, for that matter. I guess I've just been out of the habit –
and I don't really like that word.
My grandpa is a great host. At 85 he still insists on making me
breakfast, and when I was ill on one of the days of my visit, he made me
toast and brought it to me in bed. I have never seen anyone so sad
about someone else not feeling very well – he has a heart of gold. The next day,
when I was feeling better I suggested we go to the Glad Cafe. We often
go to Moyra Janes for lunch – the absolute best mince and tatties are
served there – but we must always go out for coffee, too.
First visit: I ordered the brioche french toast with bacon and maple
syrup and a black coffee, my mum picked the brioche french toast with
fruit compote and my dad had a 'morning roll' (Scottish speciality – you
must try one) with haggis and flat sausage.
Second visit: Cinnamon toast for both Grandpa and me, and two pots of tea – black for Gramps, green for me. We decided the toast needed more cinnamon – we both like it pretty laden with butter and sugary dust, and when my Grandpa gave this feedback to our waiter, he graciously received it – Scots are the nicest people.
The aesthetic of the Glad Cafe reflects its name – it makes me feel glad, like I've come to a friend's house. I'd like to go again later on in the day, even the evening, when there's a band playing – as this place is a music venue, too. I imagine groups of friends go here and play board games til closing time – it's certainly one for the hipsters, but everyone is welcome, as its website so warmly insists.
Find out more about the Glad Cafe here – and if you're in the Shawlands area in Glasgow, make sure you pop in for your morning coffee, it's worth taking half an hour just to absorb this community-driven venue.