and the challenge for this gourmet gumshoe was to ensure that the Moll's face didn't follow suit.
Just when I thought I could lift the weight off my shoulders by telling Blondie all about my day over a glass of wine in front of the tube, she says: "Tec, take me out for a pick-me-up ... you won't believe the day I've had."
The sun had long since set, so I had to move fast.
Thankfully the folk at Cafe Andaluz in the West End were happy to accommodate us, even as late as 9.30pm on a weeknight.
The Moll has often told me of her love of the joint's tapas menu, so I was surely on to a winner here.
I fired up the Buick and pointed her west and before long we were strolling up the cobbled street to our Spanish-themed destination, the Moll a little unsteady on the surface in her high heels.
We were shown to our table by a pleasant young man who could no doubt feel the vibe we were giving off. It said: "Feed us, and do it fast buddy."
Already familiar with the grub on offer, the Moll wasted no time in ordering three dishes - black pudding with onion and apple and chutney, calamari and an exotic sounding paella.
She also suggested we share a plate of grilled goats' cheese with orange and chilli marmalade. "It goes well with the black pudding," she cooed.
I needed a beer before I could even consider checking out the scran scan, so I opted for an Estrella, which certainly hit the spot.
With my thirst on its way to being quenched, I ordered lamb chops, black pudding with chorizo and finally potatoes with cream and Spanish cheese.
It sounded like a lot of nosh for two people, but Blondie assured me we'd manage.
As she got into her stride about her taxing day at the coalface, I did my best to listen intently ... gazing convincingly into her big eyes, all the while my stomach grumbling like one of those angry bulls that launch daft tourists up into the air in Pamplona.
The beast was soon tamed though, as the food arrived quickly. Each dish was served in its own bowl, allowing us to mix and match.
The paella - stuffed with chorizo, chicken and shellfish flavoured with saffron - was a big hit with the Moll.
Fluffy rice and a delicious mix of flavours led her to say: "I think this is my new favourite, Tec."
My lamb chops were good, but nothing out of the ordinary.
But the chorizo and black pudding was a spectacular taste sensation, especially when mixed with the goats' cheese.
The creamy potato with cheese was also fantastic - perfectly cooked and with just the right amount of seasoning.
Blondie's black pudding with onion and apple chutney was excellent and, as she suggested, it tasted incredible when doubled with the goats' cheese.
She made a good fist of the calamari too, but couldn't polish off the lot despite her earlier bravado.
With our bellies filling and the relaxed atmosphere of the restaurant rubbing off on us, we were informed by our waiter that the kitchen closed at 10pm and we would need to order any extra food before then.
There was no chance of that, but we did opt to share a bitter sweet chocolate mousse on a ginger base for dessert.
The Moll gave full marks to the staff for their great service and also gave the thumbs up to the dessert, which was just a little bitter for my taste.
With us arriving for our meal so very fashionably late, we didn't expect there to be anyone else around.
But the atmosphere was good and there was even a table of authentic Spaniards enjoying a meal - a good sign.
The decor is, as you might expect, heavy on the Spanish theme, but without being tacky, and the music was at just the right volume as to be noticeable but not distracting.
All-in-all, Cafe Andaluz is right up there with the best places to eat in Glasgow.
And when it comes to tapas bars, it is surely numero uno.