Living where we do has one unfortunate downside: it comes but three or four times a year, side effects but brings with it the stench of stale alcohol and spray-painted graffiti with a tenuous religious link. So I was very grateful, sale on the day of the recent Old Firm game at Celtic Park, to be invited for Sunday lunch at The Larder in Bearsden.
The leafy north Glasgow suburb is not somewhere it would have occurred to me to spend a Sunday – before I discovered it was just a few quid and 20 minutes on a direct train from my own part of the city. And there was no better timing for a little change of scene.
The restaurant itself is just a short walk from Bearsden train station, located just off a little strip full of cafes and gift shops. It’s got a bit of an old-school diner meets reclaimed hipster chic feel, with cosy leather booths and cute copper-cable lighting.
On arrival, we were greeted with mimosas (or black coffee, for the hungover ones among us…) and given a truncated version of the restaurant menu from which to choose something for lunch. I say truncated, but everything that had been selected to show off The Larder’s strengths sounded so good that it was a tough choice – and, as I glanced over at the other tables while I waited for our order to arrive, I started to regret not opting for some really tasty-looking fajitas.
But it was a Sunday. And when you’re offered the option of a proper Sunday roast, it would be rude to refuse.
Unless you’re Stringer, that is, who despite a drunken chippy a mere few hours previously ordered the fish and chips. The look on his face when he saw the sliced sirloin that made up my roast dinner though, with a hint of pink just the way he likes it – priceless. Which is not to say that he regretted his choice of beer battered fish with chips though, particularly because I’m not the sort of heartless woman who won’t share.
Besides, it’s not like the generous helping of beef and roasted vegetables (plus, disappointingly, mashed potatoes – I’m not a fan) was going to leave me hungry. I’d also ordered an extra side of chilli and parmesan fries after spotting them on the menu: it’s one of my favourite flavour combinations and these perfectly crispy fries with just the right amount of kick were an absolute treat.
I really loved the atmosphere at The Larder: it somehow manages to combine being completely family friendly with a relaxed, mimosa-drinking Sunday lunching vibe. Shout-out in particular to Little Squirrel of Hungry Squirrels fame who has just turned four and who, along with her little sister, seemed determined to make sure everybody in the restaurant went home with a smile on their face. The mini Prosecco and cake to take away, courtesy of sister restaurant/bakery Garvie & Co, didn’t hurt either.
All in all, an excellent change of scenery – and one I definitely intend to repeat in the near future.
We were guests of The Larder for lunch, but all views are my own and unbiased.