By all definitions, Eat Deli in Clarkston is a great cafe.  It’s decor is tasteful while the handwritten menus and the close seating give it an intimate feel. It sells artisan bread, brunch (a rare find), deli salads and an impressive range of cakes and traybakes. The Suki tea is served in a pot and although it’s not loose leaf (coming in one of those delicate tea bags) it is still a fine cup of tea.

It has received plaudits from Joanne Blythman (food critic and author) and awards from the Observer and the List.

However, at the risk of disagreeing with foodies far more qualified than me, I recently realised why I don’t visit Eat Deli more often: there is no warmth.  The service is efficient but officious. There are smiles, but they are wane. There is no chat.  This lack of homeliness sits at odds with its pitch as a local cafe.  Even most coffee spots in Glasgow City can muster an amiable atmosphere.

It’s a busy spot and delivers on its promise of good food.  But somehow, I just can’t take any real pleasure in being there.