Feeling My Age

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Dino Ferrari‘s – home to another #disappointingingespressoexperience in Glasgow – not because you can’t get decent espresso in that fine city, but through a lack of time to do the neccessary research.

You might have imagined that a long established and successful Italian restaurant right next to the Royal Concert Hall would be a good bet for properly made coffee. But the bucket of milky slop they served at the takeaway counter was undrinkable.

With hindsight perhaps you might in fact have anticipated a certain inattentiveness on the part of management from a glance at the spelling on their neon sign.

Glasgow’s beautifully renovated Central station features uniform frontages in this gorgeous muted Dune-The-Movie imperial style. Having failed to satisfy a craving for decent espresso during my two brief days in the city, my eye was caught by this small but perfectly formed Italian café on the concourse on the way home.

Unfortunately their notion of a cappuccino was large and imperfectly formed – basically standard scalding white coffee with a froth and choc scum floating on top. However the tasteful patriotic decor inside Franco’s did a lot to make up for the #disappointingingespressoexperience: the grubby nylon flag appears to be fastened to the cheek of this cracked plaster cherub with chewing gum.