It’s true, whisky is an acquired taste, but that’s the point. And there’s no better place to acquire it than here. Behold the bar’s glittering array: the comets, satellites and shooting stars, like a clear night in the Highlands. Or think of this heavenly vision as a map of Scotland itself, from Speyside to Campbeltown. Or a history lesson. A way to negotiate time and space, to lose yourself, find yourself, and lose yourself again. That’s whisky, the guid auld Scotch drink, the oil that greases the wheels of life. And it’s all here, in the heart of old Glasgow.
This is part of the 100 Word Pubs series, which you can view here