Kublai Khan

Forgot to mention that it was K’s birthday (Happy Birthday!) yesterday, so we all trooped off to the pub, and then onto a mongolian restaurant by the name of Kublai Khan.

Of course, when I say pub, I mean trendy ‘Bar Gandolfini’, and the restaurant was more of a glorified barbeque. It was one of those, “pick your own stuff and we’ll cook it” places. You work your way along the tables selecting rice or noodles, then veg, then meat, then you have to make your own sauce from a huge variety of oils, sauces, spices and other bits and bobs. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but the choices were heavily Chinese based, and the available meat was the main difference. I have to admit the Kangaroo was nice, but the Ostrich was far better. You are encouraged to ‘make’ small portions and go back up more than once, but having had a few beers by this time, the primary focus was on FOOD. All in all it was very enjoyable and I’ll add that one to the list of ‘safe’ places to go. Recommended if you find yourself in Glasgow’s Merchant City.

And then it was onto the Metropolitan (our K likes her glitzy bars) and cocktails.

Needless to say this morning will be a bit of a drag and will require several cups of coffee just to make it to lunch.

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