Glasgow

With all our running around over the past few days, we decided to have a shleppy day and woke up leisurely at 8:30. We agreed to take it easy and stay in Glasgow and explore the city and all its history, shopping, museums, shopping, oh, and shopping. Or at least that was the plan, but it didn't quite work out that way.







We ended up walking up and down Buchanan Street and Sauchiehall Street, but I was rather disappointed with the shopping.

We did, however, go into a nice Italian restaurant for lunch 'Pizza Express' which is a lot fancier than the name implies. Josh had a pizza with anchoivies and buffalo mozzarella and I had a Caesar salad with 'torn' chicken (they really need to change the wording on the menu). ;)

We passed by a store named "Schuh" and we had seen it in other locations, but weren't sure how to pronounce it so I had Josh go into the store and ask. We felt kind of stupid when he found out that it was a footwear store and the name is pronounced "shoe".

Our one 'frightening' gastronomic fare was passing by a bagel restaurant which boasted of it's 'authentic' cream cheese and pastrami sandwich, "just the way New Yorkers eat it". I'm sorry, but which New Yorkers would *those* be?

During our walk we passed a hairdresser and, being the priss that I am, I went and got my hair done for the Holiday. We were going over to the shul secretary's home that evening for a nice, quiet Rosh Hoshanah/Shabbos meal.

When we got to her apartment, we got off the elevator and were greeted by four tables set up in the hallway (there are three units on her floor, she invited her neighbours, so it was one large hootenany). All tolled there were 26 people for dinner. The entire dinner was catered by a local kosher company; meat had to be shipped in from Manchester.

The food was incredible! We started with soup, then had a buffet consisting of chicken in pineapple sauce, meatballs, beef with au jus, pepperami (a spiced salami), rice, cabbage, carrot and pinnapple tsimis, and peppers, but all the dishes had Scottish names so we had to keep asking what things were. Then we had dessert consisting of raspberry mousse, lemon pavlova, dried fruit and cookies. Then there was tea or coffee with yet more sweets (and you wonder why the English have such poor teeth?)

After dinner we said the Birkat Hamazon to the tune of My Bonnie Lass (the same tune as Scotland the Brave). It was quite the surprise, Josh and I had never heard it done that way! We said our goodbyes and made our way home after a wonderful evening.