Hannah R.
Yelp
I love Finneston! I lived there juuuust as the majority of the empty retail lots started getting hipster makeovers by inspired restaurateurs, so I relish any opportunity to return.
Now a hubbub of activity, Finneston is the lucky home of The Gannet. Sandwiched between its fierce competitors (although I like to think of it as a friendly alliance) The Finneston and The Kelvingrove Cafe, The Gannet still has something unique to offer in terms of atmosphere, staff and food.
We went for a family meal to celebrate my sister and brother's joint birthday. On arrival we were seated by our server for the evening; an intimidatingly cool but very smiley woman who had extensive knowledge about the menu and was determined to educate you.
Our table was in the back corner of the restaurant, usually a placement I take offence at as it's generally the darkest, dingiest and least atmospheric part of the floor. On this occasion, however, our table was bright and airy, with still enough space for everyone to sit comfortably. After surveying the restaurant I concluded that it would be nice to be sat anywhere, which is rare and valuable.
(I know I'm rambling a lot about seating, but it's ruined so many dining experiences for me through the years. I'm looking at you, Ubiquitous Chip...)
The wine was brought promptly, opened and poured by our server, as was the endless supply of iced water we enjoyed throughout the meal. I like touches like that, so much nicer than having a jug cluttering up the table.
We all ordered from the set menu as the selection of dishes on offer that evening sounded incredible; if the menu had been any bigger I would've been too spoilt for choice to have made a decision!
I started with a confit of salmon with crispy capers and puréed cauliflower. The salmon wasn't too smoky and just melted in the mouth, while the capers added a bite which cut through the creamy cauliflower. I could've eaten three servings, however that's not to say the portion was mean - I'm just very greedy.
For my main I had a smoked cod fillet with crispy skin, buttered baby potatoes and a seaweed broth. Although I found the seaweed broth surplus to requirement, the cod was beautifully cooked and the vegetables which came with it still had a crunch to them. My only criticism of this dish is that the rock salted crispy skin pushed the entire dish into "too salty" territory, but I'm aware that I'm particularly sensitive to the taste of salt and it may very well have been some people's idea of heaven.
For dessert I ordered the milk chocolate feuilletine, which came with THE most deliciously delicate mint ice cream I've ever had the pleasure of greedily throwing at my face. The feuilletine was so rich and satisfying that the fresh wild mint brought you right back down to earth. I'd go back for that goddamn ice cream alone.
Although the evening was a complete success and we left fat and happy, the end of the meal had been soured slightly by the party in the private dining mezzanine above us screaming their way through "happy birthday". Usually the loudest table in the restaurant, they put us to shame by proceeding to scream at each other, scream at staff, and scream at the ceiling. There was a lot of screaming is the point I'm trying to make.
Not to worry, I'm sure when you go (as you surely must) there won't be any screaming people, and all you'll have to worry about is whether or not you want the fresh scallop tartar or the black pudding and duck egg scotch egg. The struggle is real, trust me.