Hello Internet world.
Hope blustery November is treating you well. This past weekend Chris and I took a small jaunt to Glasgow on Saturday, as he had tickets to a talk at the Glasgow School of Art and I was eager to tag along. After a quick train journey we arrived in the early afternoon ready for some serious food and galleries before the evening lecture. Bread Meats Bread had been recommended to us by one of Chris’ colleagues and, after a short wait, we found ourselves seated under a large fluorescent cow, surrounded by some serious looking burgers. Chris went for what was apparently known as the best burger in Glasgow, aptly named “the wolf”, while I had brisket. Both were delicious and probably contained our required protein for the week. We also ordered some sweet potato fries with coconut and maple syrup and it was there where we truly found love. We didn’t realize how much we missed maple syrup until the first drop was tasted. It was like being punched in the face with a longing for our Canadian home and it tasted like snow and maple dip donuts and scraping ice off a frosty windshield. There were no two happier people in that restaurant. Chris even drank what remained in the bowl with a straw, which resulted in the sugar high to end all sugar highs. But it was so worth it. After rolling ourselves out of the restaurant we walked to the west end of Glasgow, poking our heads in some shops and haberdasheries along the way. Our destination was the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, a beautiful building built in 1901 and chock full of art and artifacts. We spent a few hours wandering around it’s various rooms and exhibitions and, while it is an oddly curated gallery, I’d still recommend it if you ever find yourself in Glasgow. I’d say that Salvador Dali’s indelible Christ of Saint John of the Cross is worth the visit alone. After closing the museum we wandered back to the heart of the city where the Glasgow School of Art is nestled amongst shops and nightclubs. The talk was by Vince Frost and was very interesting. He spoke about his newest book and how to “design your life”. As a non designer myself I appreciated how his principles were explained in such a way that allowed some of his concepts of design to be interpreted and put into place in a wide array of disciplines. After a brief interlude at a nearby pub with some of Chris’ colleagues, we found ourselves back on the train to Edinburgh, rocking back and forth along the steel path, nibbling into our necessary train provisions.
The next day was grey and soft, with a constant misting of rain peppering every minute. We visited Stockbridge Market, a semi regular Sunday haunt of ours, and Chris admired the foods and wares while I made googly eyes at any dog that went past. After the market we made our way through to old town, and explored some of the local art and gift shops. As my parents are visiting from Canada next week we have to be unusually organized and have all of our Christmas shopping finished so my parents can graciously bring it back for us. After finding some lovely things in a few holes in the wall we went to Costa for celebratory holiday beverages. I’m big into Christmas I must admit and a few people have described me as the real life incarnation of buddy the elf. I can’t really disagree considering I’m currently wearing a hat that’s shaped like a Christmas pudding. I regret nothing. Full of cinnamon and liquid chocolate we admired the construction of the Christmas market, which is set to open this Friday. Our evening consisted of some skyping with friends and family and a rather delicious roast. Once I’ve finished writing this post we will be capping off the weekend with the festive cinematic masterpiece of Jingle All the Way. It’s the one with Arnold Schwarzeneggar and Sinbad and is true 90’s perfection. I wouldn’t recommend it.
Till next time.