style. over. substance.. i left this joint with my girlfriend so indifferent to the place that i wouldn't have dreamed of dignifying it with anymore of my time and submitting a review. however, on reflection the place made me so angry i felt i needed to warn people of what they could be in for.
firstly, on arrival it took a couple of laps of the downstairs section to find a member of staff who was willing to acknowledge our presence. seated. dark. in contrast, our section waitress was a lively girl, smiling, eager to please…on the verge of grating obsequience. not even her bright personality could help us see the menus, printed on brown 'aged' paper with black typewriter about 8point font size; perhaps these were genuine menus left over from when this place really was a book club! pretentious. mostmenuitems had a 'quirky' twist in its description, a nice idea i suppose but it just added to the annoyance. confusing. there seemed to be more specials listed by our server than there were items on themenuproper. pointless. i don't want a memory test when i go out for dinner. my girlfriend's wine was served in a carafe with a tumbler to drink from. come on! my mojito was genuinely lovely but by this point i was resenting them doing anything well and i was getting funny looks from pete docherty's brother sitting across from us and someone that must have been his cousin sitting behind my girlfriend…remind me to order gin in a teacup next time.
the food. the food was good for the price (5pm.com helped). we had mushrooms on toast to share as a starter which were hugely moreish with a creamy garlic sauce. decent chips, a homemade burger that was well cooked and a salad that was doing more than just making up the numbers. same went for my better half's fish and chips. however, it took an age to get our food, communication amongst the several members of staff must have been non-existent as we either got bombarded with the same question three times over or were completely ignored.
overall, i wouldn't go back, not even for a drink. if you are a second year arts student at glasgow university and would like to be imbued with that sort of bohemian chic that usually requires years of substance abuse and superficial pondering over translations of jean paul sartre's work then go. apparently that revered level of 'cool' is available for instant consumption at hillhead bookclub by simply quaffing your blossom hill out of an ikea water glass. i'm gonna stick to wine glasses for my wine in future.