I know I should have been doing something noble over the last few months. I haven’t learned a new language and I don’t have a sourdough starter to cosset, so I’ve had to make do with mucking about in the kitchen in the times I should have been working. There are plenty of others who Read More
It’s a familiar title, filched from the pioneering grande dame of Cardiff restaurant blogging and current Instagram curly hair advice/cat appreciation maven): this is a bunch of essentially Cardiffian dishes and experiences which, unlike myself, were born and refined here. Dishes which have kept popping into my mind, taunting me with their charms, while we Read More
In the scant few days before we are finally wiped out by some rapidly mutating pathogen, let’s celebrate one of life’s little pleasures. We’ve all daydreamed our way through interminable ‘meetings’, I’m sure, when even a full house of Management Bullshit Bingo can’t stave off tedium. One of my favourite reveries is the idea of Read More
It’s a great name, no? Instantly evocative of the Stones’ infamous 1971 classic- founding member Bill Wyman has a tourist trap burgers’n’ wings joint with the same name in Kensington- it’s certainly digits to the fore: there’s hardly a dish here you won’t end up messy with. Anything which works on both levels and has Read More
Let’s get the predictable gripe out of the way first: these aren’t tapas. Call me pedantic, call me awkward. My defence is Castilian blood. This isn’t ‘liking Spanish stuff’ as a lifestyle choice, this stuff is genetic. And if you still don’t get it, tickets for my one man show CAWL AND IRISH STEW ARE Read More
There’s a long tradition of food-related riddles. One of the most well-known- and the inspiration behind the logo you’ve seen countless times on that Lyle’s Golden Syrup tin in your cupboard- is thousands of years old and biblical in origin. Briefly, Samson (Delilah, lovely hair, superhuman strength) killed a mountain lion with his bare hands Read More
This blog is a very simple thing.
I won’t try to sell you any hand lotion, exercise programmes, coffee syrups or Patagonian nose flutes. You won’t find tips on dating, ‘wellness’ or yoga mats.
I write because I love it (and food, as indicated by my increasing girth). Greed happens to be my Deadly Sin of choice, but at least it is never shy of providing me with subject matter.
A simple thing, then: all you get is me wittering on semi-coherently about places I’ve eaten at; hence a ‘restaurant blog’ rather than a ‘food blog’, although there are a few recipes scattered throughout.
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.