This feels like the right place to be as you walk in, the air heady with good things which happen here, in this small but high-ceilinged room, and from that tiny kitchen which is essentially an extension of the bar. I sit t at the bar in those tall windows, the light courses in and Read More
‘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 Read More
There’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 Read More
Some 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 Read More
To describe dinner at Nadu as mixed would give the wrong impression, perhaps. There were many good things to eat, some very good indeed, some just a tweak away from truly outstanding. Which in its own way was frustrating. Nadu is the second opening from the team behind Clifton’s Nutmeg. This isn’t more of their regional Read More
Punctuation counts, kids. For example: ‘At Squeezed, my wife had legs akimbo’. reads differently to: ‘At Squeezed, my wife had ‘Legs Akimbo’.’ This is why we pay attention in English class. There’s a lot of detail in the Squeezed menu, a lot that needs your attention. Down here at Cargo on Wapping Wharf it’s predictably 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.