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There is an easygoing, lived-in feeling to The Little Bulgaria, this small café on Queen’s Road. It’s the jar of lollipops on the counter, next to the wine rack. You see it in the cushions in the bold white, green and red bands of the Bulgarian tricolour. It’s the small rural scenes hanging on the Read More
So often, restaurants are where we make important memories. Several local places I’ve loved have changed hands recently, and it’s hard to walk back through those doors without the past tugging at your sleeve. Take the newly opened Qamariyah: when this was the city’s only Persian restaurant, Mowlana, it gave me my favourite memory of Read More
I seem to spend my time in Hastings in little rooms eating lovely things. There are worse ways to spend your life, I suppose, and here’s the latest: the twice-weekly Sumisu Ramen popup from husband and wife team James and Ai. The town library, the Grade II-listed Brassey Institute, seems to looms over Trinity Street Read More
‘Hello, nice to see you today…Lamb or chicken?’ Welcome to The South Kitchen, and the smallest menu in Cardiff. You don’t pick your happy place. Your happy place picks you: and although The South Kitchen has very recently moved to Albany Road, it feels like business as usual. Sure, it looks very different in here, Read More
One: ‘Just because’ He hands me a paper cup of shaah cadays as I settle in. I haven’t ordered it- he has brought it ‘just because’- but this Somali spiced tea, chai’s close cousin, sweet and perfumed with cardamom- is just the thing on a dark, mizzly Cardiff evening. Perhaps I look like I need Read More
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
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