The Scallop Shell, Bath
On March 7, 2020 by The Plate Licked CleanIn 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
Sticky Fingers Street Food, Richmond Rd, Cardiff
On March 1, 2020 by The Plate Licked CleanIt’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
Moo Moo Thai Tapas, City Road, Cardiff
On February 21, 2020 by The Plate Licked CleanLet’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
Sushi Life, Wellfield Road, Cardiff: Jan 2020 revisit
On February 9, 2020 by The Plate Licked CleanThere’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
Old Sichuan, Canton, Cardiff
On January 24, 2020 by The Plate Licked CleanAn unexpected hour to kill on the school run. I want big flavours, I want something with spice and aromatics. Where to eat when you want lunch with heft? “I’m not paying to do a bushtucker trial”, says my friend, and that’s from someone I’ve always thought of as a trencherman. Thus are the battle
Dark by Dusty Knuckle, Castle Arcade, Cardiff city centre
On January 14, 2020 by The Plate Licked CleanThe language of offal is peculiar. Gutsy, hearty, plucky, ballsy: we assign moral qualities to offal, positive ones. Eating the stuff, though? That’s much more divisive. Even inveterate meat eaters might greet the phrase ‘edible viscera’ with the same glee you’d reserve for ‘New on Channel 5- Celebrity Air Traffic Controllers with Joey Essex!’ Many
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.
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