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Baby friendly restaurants: Babs

The first time I took the little one to Glasgow it was to visit my workplace, and I packed up about half the house in the car to take with me. Nowadays, we seem to have nailed the organisation of the changing bag and feeds, so going to Glasgow for a shop or catch up with friends is becoming an easier and more regular occurrence.

That being said, there are still some considerations to be made, such as baby-friendly places to feed and change the wee one. For instance, having not being a frequenter of baby-change facilities until recently, I had no idea of what to look out for and/or expect. In most instances, baby-change is shoved into the disabled toilet, to maximise on space and possibly to avoid the presumption that only mums would be changing nappies. Some places offer this with a convenient route to the loos which can be navigated toward with a pram, others have thought the layout through a little less which can be a problem generally, not just in terms of nappy changing time!

So, I’ve decided to start making it my mission to take note of baby-friendly restaurants, coffee houses etc, mostly for my own reference as baby brain has rotted my short-term memory, but also in case others might find it useful. The first place I took notice of in Glasgow was Babs.

Babs is, as you can imagine, a kebab restaurant. Not to be confused with a kebab takeaway joint you’d find yourself slevering your order out at 2am, this place is fresh, quaint and focuses on more traditional Turkish and Greek kebabs. I was keen to give it a try, particularly for Gyros which I haven’t eaten since a holiday to Greece in about 2005.

Gyros-babs-glasgowAnyone into interior decor, or ambience of restaurants would be charmed by this place, with its painted tiles with blues and teracotta colour palettes, and choice Greek and Turkish style ornaments. But let’s be honest, that’s not why we were there. Even if the wee fella was obsessed with the intricate tile pattern on the wall. To cut an incredibly boring story short, the food was delicious. The chicken gyros was exactly as I hoped it would be – juicy chicken with crisp salad and refreshing tzaziki. I would definitely go back to this restaurant for food even without baby.

The staff couldn’t have been more accommodating when it came to finding us a suitable table and making sure we were ok. We ended up sitting right at the window (another plus for the wee man as he is the nosiest boy around), which is on ground level, as opposed to the booth areas which are all up a couple of steps. The changing facilities were also close to the entrance, and where we were sitting, so we didn’t have to go trekking with a pram or bumping into people with changing bags as I carried Travis to the loo. The waitresses were taken with the wee man, chatting away to him as he charmed them with smiles and flutters of those long eyelashes of his. They couldn’t do enough to help us, and happily helped when we needed a means of cooling down his bottle.

We visited Babs on a Thursday at lunchtime just as a walk-in, so I’m not sure if you’d need to book in advance for evenings or weekends. However I’d definitely recommend Babs as a nice lunch spot for those with little ones. It’s handy as it’s right in the city centre, not too far from any shops, and is conveniently placed between both Queen Street and Central stations so it’s not too far to trek with the pram.

 

music, my pregnancy

TRNSMT: Festivalling while pregnant

In another life, in what seems like the distant past, I was a wannabe music journo with a passion for all things music, mud and memories made in fields. Live music was, and still is to an extent, my drug of choice and nobody could keep me from pushing down the front with my fist in the air.

Fast forward a few years, and although the music journalist part didn’t work out, I still try to get out to see bands at least once a month. Not one for wanting to completely change my life just because I’m pregnant, I’ve still been going to gigs and things as I normally would. Many of the tickets were booked well in advance of little coffee bean even uttering a heartbeat, and I had been looking forward to them all for very different reasons.

TRNSMT

One thing I hadn’t really planned on, however, was festivalling whilst pregnant. TRNSMT festival launched this year as a sort of replacement for T in the Park, only it was in the middle of Glasgow and with no camping. With many artists on the bill I love and more I’d love to see live, the other half and I snapped up tickets as soon as they went on sale. However, as July rolled around, we were a bit more apprehensive of what spending 2 days at a festival meant for someone almost 7 months pregnant.

Here’s the main things I took away from the experience:

If it’s sunny, you’re onto a winner
The Scottish weather is as predictable as the lottery numbers, so July doesn’t always mean sun. The Saturday of TRNSMT was warm and sunny, which importantly meant the grass was up for grabs when the old legs needed a break from walking for 2. The Sunday on the other hand was a washout, with no guaranteed dry seats, not even in the toilets.

People are generally good, and respect the bump
Once people saw the bump, they tended to be respectful and warn their pals not to push past me. Others even let me skip the toilet queue because of said bump – result!

By the disabled platform is a good place to hang out
We have a friend in a wheelchair who spent the weekend at the main stage disabled platform, so there was some logic in going there to start with. There were a few nooks around the platform which enabled us not only to get close and chat to our friend, but also step slightly out of the main crowd and avoid the forward rushing for headliners like Kasabian.

Strangers (mostly mums) will want to touch your belly and give you advice
Being very obviously pregnant is a surefire conversation starter in public, and a few people did come up to me over the weekend asking if I was expecting (not sure what the alternative would have been – tanned too many ciders too quickly?). Other mums with a day off also liked to strike up conversations involving touching bump and how good it is to have a day off to come to these things.

The urge to run into the crowd doesn’t go away
For me, nothing beats getting into the music, whether that means jumping around, dancing or getting lost in the crowd. The most difficult thing all weekend was to fight that urge to get lost in the throng of tipsy music lovers.

It was a fantastic experience to be able to go to the first ever TRNSMT festival in Glasgow, and one I’m glad bump got to experience too (got to get them started on the good music young, right?!). There were some advantages like not spending half the day in the bar queue and kind souls allowing me to skip the loo queue, but I can’t wait for my next festival to include the staple pint in hand and ability to rush closer to my favourite bands as I please.