There was a time, and it doesn’t feel so very long ago, when Cardiff was a craft beer desert. City-wide, It Was Brains You Wanted; and even if you didn’t, alternatives were usually uninspiring. Now, of course, everyone knows their Cloudwater from Carling and Beavertown from their Bud, and we all bore on about our Read More
It’s odd how little details in restaurants influence you. I was once in a place where an app enabled the customers to programme the playlist. Half an hour later, after wall-to-wall U2, your mild-mannered correspondent was ready to bludgeon the nearest kitten. Which brings us to Cardiff’s latest word of mouth success story. Blue Honey Read More
Asador 44 is the newest outpost in the Bar 44 empire. Taking over the old Greenwood and Brown building, mere yards from the Westgate Street branch, this is now an elegantly appointed space which, in true Bar 44 style, is careful with its details. The focal point of the whole shebang is their parilla grill, separated Read More
It’s not easy to find the perfect fried egg. All too often, you get that bland uniform bleached white of the albumen, so uninspiring, so listless, so like something from a child’s playset. It’s far more rare to find an egg fried until the edges take on the crisp, delicate aspect of a lace ‘hem’. Read More
What’s pink and wrinkled and hangs out your pyjamas? The answer, of course, is ‘your nan.’ (© Cardiff University Rag Mag, circa 1983.) As an aside- what happened to rag mags? Are they Still A Thing, available as a scratch’n’sniff app with added VR functionality, or is their unfashionable comedy now deemed too toxic? Anyway. Read More
How things change. It’s not just the this is on the site of the former Goldburger, which was just about the only place in Cardiff you could get a root beer once upon a long ago. (Clearly, no one has told them that a recent by-law stipulates that every local opening must now feature exposed 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.