‘Gandolfi Fish’ seems like a place young professionals might go on a date - leaving their Dalmatians ‘Bang’ and ‘Olufsen’ outside. Sobhan, the PR manager at Sub Club, took Nina Kraviz before she played last Saturday. I asked him about it and all he said was, ‘I got Seabass; she got sole.’ If you’re up for a taste of the ‘Gandolfi’ experience for less then it’s time to pay ‘Gandolfi To-Go’ a visit.
Gandolfi ‘To-Go’ is like the newly hired backing singer of the ‘Gandolfi’ group - including Cafe Gandolfi which serves up Scottish & American food. She’s creative but successful, wears smart but ‘hip’ clothes (including brands like Uni Qlo and GAP*) and reads blogs informing her of high quality goods at an affordable price. Her most recent purchases are Salt & Pepper grinders that reflect her carefree personality and a French Bulldog because French Bulldogs are in right now.
I went with Sobhan who is now making a name for himself as the serial Gandolfi womaniser but because I’m not Nina Kraviz (although I might start dancing like her) we went for takeout, I paid for my meal myself and blagged him a Fish Finger Buttie for free. Sobhan please buy me a (mens, small, slim fit) Fred Perry polo in black and petrol for the time I spend on my PR posts for Subby. The presentation for my Fish & Chips was exquisite. They put it in a wee tray then wrapped it in brown paper and put the ketchup and tartar sauce in plastic pots with lids. The fish was topped with a lemon. It’s nice to experience that extra bit of effort - like the detail on a nice shirt. The chips were hand cut and cooked perfect - a far cry from Sauchiehall St style chips. They were very potatoey but this was held together by a crunchy outside. A bit like control pants for chips. The problem I have with this style of chip is that they are very filling. I want to finish my chips without feeling like I’m going to need control pants myself if I want to wear something tight when I’m ‘oot’ but I guess you can’t win because the more chips you get the happier you are (fast food philosophy.) The fish was as white as your teeth might be the day after you’ve had them whitened and as soft as Nina Kraviz’ lips. The batter was in was in no way crunchy which was a change but it was THICK - Walford 80 denier batter. I thought I could taste alcohol like it was battered with a high quality beer from ‘Brooklyn Brewery’ but that could be the taste of last night in my mouth. The mushy peas brought everything together like CK One.
I had a bite of Sobhan’s buttie and I swear it’s SOMETHING TO EAT BEFORE YOU DIE.
I spoke to the assistant manager and he said that ‘Gandolfi Fish’ has a more laid back feel nowadays. When he said that I visualised men in shirts and Nike Airs with stubble. Not Nike Airs with stubble. Men with stubble.
*The 90s are in right now so why aren’t people wearing GAP hoodies again?