Fat Hippo burgers, Cardiff: review
On May 23, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanMowgli, Honest, Pho, Rosa’s: Church St has become a hub of the better chains. And now here come Fat Hippo. Starting in Newcastle in 2010, this is not an overnight success story but a steady expansion across the North before the moves to Wales, Birmingham and London. News of their Cardiff arrival was greeted with
Cotto Wine Bar and Kitchen: review
On May 22, 2022 by The Plate Licked Clean‘So- to the train station? Where is home..? You been in Bristol long? But you used to live here? Ha. You come for a woman, yes? You look like a man who likes a lot of women… Oh, just seeing friends this time..? You can’t fool me… it is good to schedule a holiday from
Sonny Stores, Bristol: review
On May 7, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanThere’s a little Community Notices board on the kitchen’s outside wall on Birch Road. This is where you come if you’re looking for a lost cat or guitar lessons- or the services of a ‘foot health practitioner’, if you’re in the market. More relevantly, you also come here for a menu which makes easy picking
Caper and Cure, Stokes Croft, Bristol: review
On May 3, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanSome meals you remember fondly. Some you recall suffused with some soft golden glow, because somehow you felt a connection with the place and you just fell for it: an infectious sense of being in the right place at the right time. That’s the best of eating out isn’t it? Incongruously, the elegant dark blue
Thomas by Tom Simmons, Pontcanna, Cardiff: review
On May 1, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanUsually, the definitive review of a new restaurant comes some time after it has bedded in. They’ve established an identity, you’ve got a frame of reference. That’s not true of Pontcanna’s Thomas by Tom Simmons, because the first review, from The Octopus Diaries blog and written soon after it opened a little after two years
Bullys, Pontcanna, Cardiff: review
On April 21, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanSome menus charm you slowly, don’t they? Their da takes a while to sink in when you’re browsing. Some bring something far more urgent, more carnal. The Bullys menu which had me rushing to book recently was less sweet nothings and tentatively meaningful glances across the table, than ‘Get your coat love- you’ve pulled.’ Bullys
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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