Alfredos Public House

Brilliant pub!
Friendly staff and the prices are fantastic for the City Centre.
Good to see a real Glasgow pub still flourish!

Let me tell you a little story about Alfredo’s. Once upon a time, a young lady and her almost as young boyfriend were looking for a place to watch the second half of a football game following an outing to the cinema.
Alfredo’s was in close proximity to the picture house so, not wanting to miss any of the game, the young couple decided to pop in for a pint (for him) and a can of Diet Irn Bru (for her).
They were slightly perturbed when they saw a game being played by their team’s fierce rivals was also being shown in the public house. Surely this is a recipe for disaster, they thought, as many of the fans watching the game will be from opposing sides.
Their eyebrows raised even higher when a thin man with a scruffy appearance was grabbed by the scruff of the neck, dragged across the floor and thrown out into the harsh winter streets of Glasgow by the barman who cried «geeeeet oouuut» as he carried out this task.
They were even more shocked when the man reappeared in the pub with two friends, both of a skinny, glazed eyes and unkempt appearance, fitting what is known as the «junky» stereotype.
When said «junkies» sat down on the seat beside them, muttering what seemed to a plan of revenge against the barman, the young couple finished their drinks as quickly as they could before darting out into the cold winter’s night and making their way home.
The End.

The initial signs were positive. Tradional; salt of the earth punters; a cheap pint; plenty of seats; a soundtrack of commentary interwined with chatting, and most importantly both Rangers and Celtic games showing without any obvious signs of trouble. Yes, Alfredo’s was OK. Part of that dying breed of down-​to-​earth Glaswegian pubs.
However I’m afraid there are some things you simply cannot overlook when reviewing a place.
One, is having a chat with your girlfriend interrupted by the barman storming past you clutching a toothless customer before almost literally launching him on to West Nile Street.
Two, is having the aforementioned customer return with a traffic cone to batter it against the window you are sitting beside while nobody else in the bar bats an eyelid.
Three, is the aggrieved customer being thrown out again when he returns with two exceptionally scary friends, and informing staff and customers he’ll «be effing back».
Four, is having these friends join you and your girlfriend at your table as they refuse to leave.
Pint finished in record time. I’ll not be back. Fredo, you broke my heart.