The sign outside Hastings’ Priory Meadow lists its high-profile residents. M&S, Primark, H and M. Boots, Superdrug, JD Sports: heavyweights of British retail. What’s missing is a flashing neon arrow and three foot high letters pointing to the place which has brought me back twice in two days. Something along the lines of ‘KHALID’S KITCHEN: Read More
The Old Moathouse in Kidwelly is one of the oldest surviving houses within the medieval walled town. It could, with a little license, be described as standing in the shadow of the Castle: it certainly has enviable views of those 13th century walls. That Castle was, famously, the setting for the opening scene of Monty Read More
‘Would you like more lamb?’ Godfrey offers. ‘Just so you don’t have to waste that bit of rice.’ As if. My first Tanzanian meal at Onja had already put me in a good mood. For a few minutes I had forgotten the ache in my back and my feet complaining about being on them for Read More
If Pakistani food is under-represented in Cardiff, then Afghan is even more so. Taste of Peshawar will right that. Just around the corner from Cowbridge Road, the former short-lived Sizzle and Smoke- and for those with longer memories, Zio Piero- this is an unexpected opening and brings regional specialities from the north west of Pakistan, Read More
Old Town’s Ladle feels like a little nook, one of those places you didn’t’t know you needed until you find yourself there. In this tiny room, lights trail and twinkle, and busy George St suddenly seems far away. The antique dealers, the ‘Tabac’-signed cigar merchant, the ancient timber-framed pubs, the chi-chi boutiques. Even the second-hand Read More
Here’s the thing. You have probably already made up your mind about DaiU in Cardiff Bay. Cardiff is the first in a small chain (Brighton, Croydon) and their site prepares you for a ‘symphony of flavors, captivat(ing) your senses’ featuring ‘the irresistible aroma of fresh meats, perfectly grilled to succulent perfection’. ‘Experience the ocean’s bounty’, 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