Frampton’s Night Clubs

There is a bar upstairs that is open until one o’clock (I think) and a nightclub downstairs that opens at ten o’clock. The drinks go up 50p when you go downstairs. You can take your drink downstairs when you go down. The club is mostly empty for the first two hours, probably because there is a financial saving to be made in not going downstairs too soon. There is a karaōke DJ upstairs in the pub and a few regulars are bold enough to get up and sing a song.
The DJ downstairs gets the chance to play all his old favourites while there is nobody in, but when the punters start coming in, he has a few up-​to-​date charty dance tracks. Unlike a lot of DJs that pride themselves in not repeating a track, saving the best to later, if a track gets them up dancing, play it again. Two tracks were played four times throughout the night. The customers all danced again anyway, so, why not?
I visited the gents a couple of times and was pleasantly amused to hear some of the young chaps talking to each other in the quiet of it. I thought that the accents of the ‘neds’ on the TV programme, ‘Still Game’, were exaggerated for the comedy effect, but, no, it seems that they DO actually talk like that in Maryhill. Pure brilliant!
The club was laid out like a social club with neat rows of tables, each with four chairs under them, like a canteen. Comfortable seats though. I think that most of the punters were still too young to go into the city centre and stay here to avoid any big taxi fares.

Just down the road from the eek Viking, Framptons is a little less scary but has the feel of a bowling club bar rather than just a bar.
I reckon if you frequented Framptons on more than one occasion (which i don’t intend to do) there would be a good chance you would find the same people in the same spots drinking the same beer, well maybe not the same beer but you get the drift.
A local pub if ever there was one, a place where everybody knows your name, the future site of a Scottish remake of Probably not.
I can imagine Framptons being a bit like the Phoenix from Phoenix nights, with bad magicians, mind readers and cheesy dj’s but maybe I’m being a little harsh… sorry Framptons, your a decent pub but just not for the likes of me.

Frampton’s is not a bad little pub sitting on the Maryhill Road, but it’s far from great. You may know it as the dismal looking place opposite the shopping centre (though come Christmas the whole building is getting flattened so it will be opposite the building site of the new mega Tesco).
I found myself here by chance, and it’s not great. I felt quite out of place though that was because I’m a young girl, it was during a Scotland football match and I believe we lost to Norway which did the vibe no favours. My friend, who has been here a few times, explained that it is a mixed pub — for those of you who are not familiar with the term it means that Celtic and Rangers fans drink here so if you want to watch the game with your friend and you are on different sides then this may be the place for you. The booze is reasonably priced and the people are friendly enough but as a bar –it is nothing to write home about.