Here’s today’s public service announcement: if someone suggests a visit to Hari Krishnan’s, check the small print. Don’t jump online and waste time perving on the menu from Krishna’s Inn- also Keralan- rather than Krishnan’s Kitchen, which is where I ended up. With me? Good. Perhaps it was wishful thinking: Clifton Triangle has always been Read More
For Tom Parker Bowles, this was his best lunch of 2018- ‘Once again, Bristol comes up trumps. Dear god, I love this city. And dear god, I worship Wilsons…’ while Tim Hayward in the FT chose it as his best meal of the year, urging his readers to experience ‘something irreplaceably wonderful.’ Jay Rayner’s review Read More
Bristol’s latest addition to its roll call of Michelin-starred restaurants is Paco Tapas. Some might think this is getting to the point where it constitutes showing off. In a sense, this is this blog coming full circle: parent restaurant Casamia was the first I ever wrote about. It has always held a special place in my memory, Read More
Amble down Whiteladies Road and round into Cotham Hill, and you pass more good places to eat than grace some whole cities. The lovely Bellita has been featured on this blog recently but grabbing headlines since it opened last year, has been Pasta Loco, which makes me overdue a visit. There’s no dreaded kids’ menu: they just Read More
Things didn’t go smoothly, exactly, at The Cauldron. They had managed to overlook the email I had sent them a couple of days before our arrival, so were unprepared for our little girl to accompany us. Consequently the available table was cramped, uncomfortably positioned, rickety and my back was at the mercy of a door Read More
So after a break, we are back- for a blogger who doesn’t blog is of scant use to anyone- with ‘simple but interesting food’ from Root at Wapping Wharf. It’s a ‘small plates which appear as and when’ deal here, in this renovated shipping container on the upper level of the box park on Bristol 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.
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.