“Where do the Scots go?”. This is what I asked Mark, a Scotsman who was sitting to my right at the 45 person long table on the second floor of the Corinthian Club. We were all there attending a dinner provided by Exel Wines, a distributor of Apaltagua, among many other wineries. Imagine 45 wine-o’s, from all over the world, each with seven pieces of silverware and three glasses formally placed in front of them, just tipping away at the wine and Scottish-baked salmon. What appeared to be a formal dinner was really a supper including a joke about Jennifer Lopez, some spilt bottles of wine, and a 10 person toast to my ancestors from Scotland, the Lyles and Tates.
Just my style.
“Ahhhhh, the Horseshoe Bar!” replied Mark. “The Horseshoe Bar is lovely. Yes, why yes! You must go there.”
Mark was convinced. There seemed to be no other option: my one night in Glasgow would absolutely be spent at the Horseshoe Bar.
After the creme brûlée, we winded through the streets of Glasgow’s “merchant city” and found ourselves at the infamous Horseshoe Bar on Drury Street. With no expectations, but with much anticipation to enter, we climbed the long hall of stairs, the music becoming more loud with each step.
“Karaoke 8 days a week” is what I saw written on the wall as I first peered through the swinging door into the bar. Alas, a mid-aged Scottish man proudly singing Elton John in tight blue jeans and a black leather jacket. As a fanatic for 80’s music, this was my paradise.
The bar was packed and there was no choice but to share a table with the other Scottish–hands raised in the air swinging back and forth to Elton’s beats.
“We have Highland Park scotch for three-pounds-something, a double”, yelled the bartender, hastily looking around to make sure all the customers were pleased. The three-something-pound scotch was our obvious choice, along with two pints of Glasgow’s locally brewed lager called Tennents, and a bag of McCoys cheddar and onion chips. Totaling 9 pounds, I was sure we were at a local spot.
Looking around, I saw that Horseshoe bar was a fish and chips (only three pounds!) restaurant by day, and a strobe light karaoke bar by night. The DJ successfully kept the crowd on their feet by interchanging the karaoke songs with dance music. The people were casual and inviting, along with the atmosphere with its dispersed chairs around big tables meant to share.
Best part of the night? The last song: Grease’s We Go Together. The second floor shook with everyone’s heels moving side to side, hands out waving just like in the movie.
“We go together, rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong
Shoobop sha wadda wadda yippity boom de boom
Chang chang changitty chang shoobop
Dip dadip dadip doowop da doobee…”.
Horseshoe bar: highly recommendable.
A bar with fair prices and happy people. However, don’t forget it is Scotland and the bars do close at 12.
Cheers to Scottish Mark for the recommendation. Cheers to Scotland because you are just absolutely charming.