After seeing many castles and driving around the Scottish Highlands, we made our way back towards urban life in Glasgow. While it is the largest city in Scotland, and likely the more popular tourist destination, it has less of the quintessential Scottish feel Edinburgh embodies.
Glasgow does have one up on Edinburgh, and likely the rest of the world for that matter. The Wee Curry Shop, located near city centre, is by far the best Indian food I have ever come across. As we watched the cooks prepare our food, other patrons introduced themselves and raved about the meal we were about to enjoy. One local guy seemed surprised that we had found this gem of a restaurant, and his tone indicated the huge pride he had for the wee place. A Londoner with his wife stopped in to place a huge take-away (carry out) order. He spoke of how wonderful the food was, and said that he couldn’t get anything close to it in London. Whenever he is near Glasgow, he stops at the Wee Curry Shop and takes enough food to feed an army. He likes to freeze it and enjoy for the next month.
Our dishes were served, and the reviews did not even do the food justice. In my mind’s eye, a pint of Kingfisher and a plate of chicken curry is about as close to heaven as I want to get.
Glasgow does have one up on Edinburgh, and likely the rest of the world for that matter. The Wee Curry Shop, located near city centre, is by far the best Indian food I have ever come across. As we watched the cooks prepare our food, other patrons introduced themselves and raved about the meal we were about to enjoy. One local guy seemed surprised that we had found this gem of a restaurant, and his tone indicated the huge pride he had for the wee place. A Londoner with his wife stopped in to place a huge take-away (carry out) order. He spoke of how wonderful the food was, and said that he couldn’t get anything close to it in London. Whenever he is near Glasgow, he stops at the Wee Curry Shop and takes enough food to feed an army. He likes to freeze it and enjoy for the next month.
Our dishes were served, and the reviews did not even do the food justice. In my mind’s eye, a pint of Kingfisher and a plate of chicken curry is about as close to heaven as I want to get.
