Sometimes, you meet someone who just really loves feeding you. Tonka: on the face of it, a little Hastings seafront cafe. The sort of place you might happen across as you walk the promenade, instantly feeling at home in this little room with its fourteen seats and windows picked out in plum, deep green and Read More
Well, this is long overdue. The local lack of anything like a traditional Spanish Sunday lunch has long bothered me. I don’t get that peculiarly British insistence on the Sunday roast. I don’t have that emotional connection to them that many do, that strangely predictable appetite for the same thing every Sunday, world without end, Read More
‘The only Godfather line I know is ‘Say hello to my little friend,” she says. Clearly, today’s trip to Everyman Cinema is both educational and long overdue: and lunch will be here at Picton and Co, on the edge of Mermaid Quay in Cardiff Bay. Historically the area has been a byword for slim pickings, Read More
It’s a warm evening, verging on sultry, in Grangetown as I arrive at Hatsu Udon: 26 degrees as I sit, and I’ve spent the day on one of Cardiff’s busiest street food stalls. Clearly, cold noodles are going to be A Good Thing. There are a dozen or so countertop seats overlooking the long galley Read More
This menu arrives just in time. It is a busy period for southern Indian food in Cardiff. Koottaan has made an encouraging start, and Little Kochi (reviewed here) has built on its recent listing in The Good Food Guide to expand with a standalone takeaway. Yards away from Purple Poppadom’s Canton base, Mum’s Daily has Read More
This ‘Twosday’ meal at Pontcanna’s Thomas was one of those ‘invitation’ things. It’s important you should know that. You’ll have your views on the authenticity of these things I’m sure, but transparency matters, doesn’t it? You should know I was asked to Thomas, and that I didn’t pay for anything we ate or drank. You 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.Â
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.Â
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.Â