The Prancing Stag restaurant review — the jewel in Jordanhill's crown
The hidden part is confirmed quickly — I walk into the wrong restaurant. I know I am aiming for somewhere off the Crow Road, beside Jordanhill railway station, but confused by an overhead sign for the Prancing Stag, prance straight into Little SoHo pizzeria instead. Note to self: read the bit saying 'round the back' next time. Apologising to the Little SoHo crew, I find the real restaurant around a corner, under a life-size stag statue, frozen mid-leap, forever majestic and totemic.
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