Star Bar

Not such a Stellar Experience
Sometimes an old bar has its niche. I. e, cheap drink, quirky décor, has a great bar selection, employs warm and friendly staff or draws on interesting locals to warm its cockles. The big posters outside highlight The Star Bars raison d’être — cheap food!
Unfortunately The Star Bar was soleless on the Saturday evening we stepped into this melamine, easy clean interior space. A handful of locals stood at the bar drinking the usual selection of beer and spirits, while a couple of guys played pool in the corner. The barmaid was friendly enough, but neither that or the £3 fish and chips would draw me back in a hurry :-(

The Star Bar is one of those places that looks well dodgy from outside, yet inside it’s perfectly friendly — although I certainly wouldn’t want to mess with the bar lady! There are period features such as the amazing suspended gas fire which resembles an old-​school doner kebab spit cooker (without the spit) worth the visit alone.
If you arrive between 12 – 2:30 any day of the week you will find yourself presented with the amazing three-​course meal for £3. I’ve never been in at that time but if you go for it, please leave a review on Unilocal so I can relive your experience!
The selection of beer isn’t very wide, but hey you’re in a proper working-man’s Glasgow pub. What did you expect, Fyne Ales? getouttahere and get to The Laurieston.

Well, it’s a Glasgow institution for some.
If you’ve ever travelled on a bus to the south side, then you’ll have passed it. You’ll more than likely have sat outside it on a bus, waiting as the drivers change shifts, exchange pleasantries and complaints about the big bosses and decry the latest fitba’ results.
If you’ve seen it, you’ll know it promises a three course meal for just £3 (inflation has bitten and a raise from the £2.50 it was for years has kicked in) and karaōke and… well, who knows? It’s a place of mythicalness. And that may not be a word.
I’ve often wondered what lay behind the slightly manky doors. This evening, faithful reader, I delved into the underbelly of Glasgow legend.
I arrived after 6pm so no food for me. Instead, an anaglypta covered throwback to the 70s. At the bar ahead of me, a woman bought a quarter bottle of vodka to take into the cinema with her; 2 guys sat at the tables behind me with dominoes debating what to put on the jukebox.
«none of the depressing Radiohead crap, Boaby. It’s Friday night! Put some rock n roll on!» /​/​«aye, awright. Keep yer hair oan!»
Off he toddled to the jukebox. I ordered my pint. Carling. Cold. Under £3.
I sat down, took a photo to commemorate my journey into the unknown as the jukebox fired up. Rock n Roll, indeed. The Big Bopper.
The door crashed open and in stumbled a man on crutches just as the jukebox lurched into «Singin’ In The Rain». The man’s face broke into a grin and he asked who knew he was coming in and put his song on.
«It’s Friday Night, Jimmy. Yer always here on Friday night!»
I finished my pint, and returned the glass to the bar on my way out.
«Ye no want another wan, big chap? Ach well, see you again!»
They may well see me again. They may very well.

Go there to eat! How do they do it? 3 courses for £2.50 — (I gave the watress a £1 tip on top of this — I’m a BIG tipper) The food was unexpectdly very tasty and the service was too. I had roast beef and my friend had fish — there was more choice on the menu, too.
GO THERE TO EAT!