Here’s the idea: all independents, enough for a week’s worth; all with ‘proper meal’ set lunch deals at a range of prices. All tried and tested, of course. (And a bonus couple, because I live to give). Crucially, all are open every weekday. Which means, of course, that you can rotate to your heart’s- and Read More
Cardiff Market and food have always been inseparable. The late-Victorian building, built on the former site of Cardiff gaol- the gallows were near the St Mary St entrance- opened in 1891, and for some it has been their home for the duration. Others, like butchers JT Morgan, predate even that, trading on the site when Read More
Pizza by the slice isn’t something that has caught on in Cardiff. RomEat does it very well, of course, and their Roman-leaning style is notable for its crisp olive oil-enriched base. Generally, the city is dominated by the Neapolitan style: small, soupy-centred, the rim buckshot-scorched with blisters, turning us all into pomodoro pundits and cornicione Read More
Owners Waz and Taz are an engaging double act: they might sound like your children’s favourite TV presenters, but despite the affable welcome they are obviously serious about what Goodbgr does. Cardiff hospitality veterans with longstanding ties to the area- they went to primary school close by- theirs is a dyed in the wool local Read More
I’ll always have a soft spot for Charles St. I had one of the most romantic meals of my life there, one of those unplanned post-gig late-night styrofoam boxes of noodles under a starry sky, where she nestles her head into your chest and softly sighs and you’re both stupidly, uncomplicatedly happy as possibilities bloom. Read More
The burger pub pop up has form in Cardiff. Got Beef followed Hang Fire into The Canadian not far from here, and if you were paying attention you’d have known that Ansh was the new best burger in the city while they were only serving out of their van at St Canna’s two and 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.