Words & Photo - Matthew Curtis
We called into Old Salty's for breakfast before we made our way home to London. The snow was half heartedly attempting to stop from us leaving, falling and melting ad nauseum. Glasgow's Argyle Street vaguely reminded me of Bethnal Green Road but of course it was nothing like it. Imposing sandstone buildings, an area going through regeneration, a place in a state of constant flux. I didn't stay long enough to nail down the city's scene but I'd had a good crack at it. A deathly quiet Drygate served me immaculate plates of food alongisde decidedly average beer. I wanted to fall in love with the place, it looked beautiful but I couldn't shake the feeling that it was merely a facade for the monolithic Wellpark Brewery that rested behind us. Inn Deep did a much better job, serving us cool, crisp pints of William's Brothers Caesar Augustus that nourished the body and soul after a brisk walk through Kelvingrove Park. A dray parks outside the cafe bearing the livery of Belhaven Brewery, Greene King's Scottish outpost that declares itself the "Home of Scottish Brewing." I chuckle to myself, you have to in a city where you can get Brewdog Jackhammer in the supermarket. I pick up my camera and snap the moment before turning back to my plate of lorne sausage and tattie scones. That's what I was really here for, at least in that moment I was.