The best deli in Glasgow, I shit you not. It's on Glassford Road in the Merchant City. There's a restaurant on ground level, serving fancified diner food, and a basement shop with a truly vast selection of spirits and other culinary esoterica. Word of advice: the service is schizophrenic. Daytime, expect it to be lovely and attentive and wonderful. Go in at night, and it's a whole different animal. A woman with dull-knife-edge eyes will glare at you and possibly spit in your haggis. If you're ever in the neighbourhood, try the French toast with bacon and maple syrup, it's the best I've had anywhere. You can tell them I sent you, but they won't give a fuck. But do mention if you're there, because it's right down the street from me, and I'd like to know if I'm being stalked.
DesperationQuest, 13/20. Ten fucking minutes, y'all.