Scoville Units Be Damned
It's officially Baltic in Glasgow. I don't know why, but it seems that every year I get less and less resilient to this type of weather. The good thing is, the Christmas market is at St Enoch square already. Hurrah! The one and only thing I can stand about Christmas! Unfortunately this year, it has proved wrong one of my deepest held beliefs, namely, that you can never have enough garlic. I tried the garlic bread with spicy garlic sausage and I do believe it was just a few percent below a lethal dose.
This now makes me less keen to visit the
Garlic Queen restaurant in Amsterdam who prepare their stewed beef with "60 pieces of garlic". I didn't have time on my last visit but something now tells me that this was fortuitous.
Regardless, I really do recommend the market, particularly the mulled wine on a cold evening. Or the goulash, which last year was as spicy as a motherfucker.