So. You’re heartbroken, you’re on antibiotics and death would be massively offended if you said you look like it.
What do you do?
You drink gin, of course.
In a case of utterly impeccable timing, I was invited to the launch party of Glasgow’s newest gin bar, Alston Bar & Beef.
Tucked just inside Central Station, it actually took me a while to find – it’s a small, unassuming entrance then downstairs into the bar, nestled underneath the main concourse of the station. It’s all white brick arches contrasting with cool chrome lights and chunky candles.
Dare I say it – it’d be a great place to take a date. Understated but classy – rather like myself.
What??
Alston boasts 55 varieties of gin, with not a whiff of Bombay Sapphire (my nemesis) in sight.
The assistant manager, Chris – an Australian gin expert, what’s not to like? – talked us through the menu and suggested a few for us to sample. He even made miniature versions for my non-gin-loving friend (an oxymoron if ever there was one) to try. I think she may be a convert.
Due to my fragile state, I only sampled three but I will definitely be back to work my way through the other 52 – and to check out the food. I’ve heard amazing things about the steak.
Gin and meat – what more does a single girl need?
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