Socotra: a legendarily beautiful island off the coast of Yemen. Also: a restaurant on City Road, Cardiff. In Sanskrit it means ‘island of blessing’, which I suppose applies to both areas, if you tilt your head and squint a bit. Perhaps. The island is famous for its ‘dragon blood’ tree, which grows nowhere else on Read More
Roasties’ recent opening on Macintosh Place has been keenly anticipated. Chinese roast meat plates aren’t new to the area but they are clearly the headliners here. The original plan, I’m told, was to have them displayed in the window. But space is limited, so you’ll have to make do for them standing to attention on Read More
‘There’s just nowhere to eat in Cardiff on a Monday!’ It’s a familiar complaint on a night when the keen diner is notoriously short of options. It’s the perennial question: where to eat out- and eat well- when local hospitality takes a post weekend-rush breather? So here’s your answer to ‘There’s nowhere open!’: sixty-odd of Read More
There’s no denying East Asian food is having a moment in Cardiff right now. Here on Salisbury Road alone you’ll find Savour, Mini Kitchen, Hong Kong café North Point and the Taiwanese QBAO. Add the city centre’s Chinese Fast Street Food, and Jianghu less than half a mile away in Cathays, and the city’s options Read More
‘Wednesday to Saturday: Brisket Pulled Pork St Louis Ribs’ reads the sign in the lounge. Well, it’s to the point. Hand-painted by Smokey Dave himself, it is a no-fuss, just-the-good-stuff hint that things have changed at The Robin Hood. Pub kitchen residences can be remarkably fruitful things, and mutually beneficial. Spread the risk of running Read More
It was probably Malai Thai’s set lunch set menu which put them on the map. It was a revelation at the time, the idea of eating freshly stir-fried Thai food- off a plate, too- at a price (£6.99 with a drink at first, though it crept upwards as hospitality challenges mounted) which typically means a 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.