Gobble’s restaurant Darley St

I remember Sticky Fingers on Godwin Street in the 80's, dont recall Gobbles though

 

Sticky Fingers was not on Godwin Street, it was above the Blue Lace nightclub oppo the T&A building.

 

Sticky fingers was what you got inside blue lace most Saturday nights.

 

I remember gobbles it was on a few floors and did a mean chilli spud

 

Where was it exactly, was it owned by a Greek (or Greek/Cypriot) guy?

 

I remember it and the tongue. Not sure if I ever at there. Always went to Guiseppe's if we ate out in town in those days.

 

As you walk up from the old sunwin house it was on the right hand side about half way up,dunno about the owner

 

Guy Watson's shop sat squatly in Darley Street, Bradford and it catered, back in the early 70's to those people who had evolved from the Hippy Set - Scott McKenzie's San Francisco flower children that wanted just a little more sophistication, as the early 70's began to rev up quicker than a Ford Cortina's engine. They still liked their floppy hats and Indian velvets but the flowers had begun to wilt a bit and the Beatles had all split up
Afghan coats were all the rage- swirly embroidered uncured sheepskin; sometimes still with brambles in the long drooping wool trims. To set off the velvets and the Afghan coats, these newbie fashionites of the 70's would often wear heavy silver gemstone rings with multiple bracelets and bangles. All these items were supplied in copious amount's by Guy Watson's strange multi-tiered, rickerty shop.

Employees of Guy Watson's sometimes heard tinkling bells coming from the attic and the sound of organ music, especially when all the customers had gone home, but they were philosophical and got on with their job.

Guy Watson's continued in popularity as punk gave way to New Wave of the late 70's and very early 80's. Yhe shop was still packed as new generations of people went in and out of it's doors, clutching bags of 'alternative' goodies that would have their friends exclaiming 'Where did you get that from?'

Then suddenly Guy Watson's became a restaurant - well two themed restaurants and a coffee bar in the basement. Their velvets, knick knacks and New Age business was moved round the corner to a new unit.
In the restaurant a model train on a track above the head's of diners. True to form, it was the wackiest pizza restaurant ever, whilst upstairs in the more formal Garden Restaurant, diners sat in white plastic garden chairs on fake grass decked with fake flowers under sun umbrellas. it was all totally delightful.

Then things started to go a bit wrong - just a little - sort of - a frisson.

Guy Watson sold the restaurant which was called Gobbles, to a hard working Italian couple who promptly renamed it 'New Gobbles'. The name 'Gobbles' came from a large pair of moving red lips which hung over the entrance.

 

Nice quote

L'aragosta? I worked (loosely) with a Greek/Cypriot guy in the late 80's who (I think) took over those premises, used to live on Killinghall Road. Pains me to read about stuff when Bradford was "busy", who'd open a restaurant now half way down semi-derilict Godwin St? Guy Watson's warehouse used to be behind my ma's house in Thackley.

 

Never went to the restaurant but I certainly remember being fascinated by the sign when I was young.

 

Bradford photographic society will probably have a photo somewhere.

http://bradfordphoto.org.uk/