‘The Flora? Seriously? Are you sure? Theā¦Flora..?’ Less than two years ago that was a common reaction, chiefly from Cardiff University graduates who knew the Cathays pub in their pomp. You couldn’t blame them, I suppose. Now, though? Things have changed. A new direction. It’s a decision which seems more and more inspired as the Read More
I’ve got an ulterior motive for buying you dinner tonight, he says. Alan is a regular here. Wellfield and Albany are his home patch, and hardly short of Indian restaurant alternatives, but it’s here, to Legacy, he keeps coming back. This is his seventh or eighth visit, he reckons. I get it. There’s something reassuringly Read More
Cuisines Negombo sits where the interesting but short-lived Rasathi did. Unlike Rasathi, though, you can now eat in on a solitary table: so there is no need now to eat your Sri Lankan order in Victoria Park, though its demise means I never got to pitch them my ‘Patty in the Park’ idea. Named after Read More
‘Hello, nice to see you todayā¦Lamb or chicken?’ Welcome to The South Kitchen, and the smallest menu in Cardiff. You don’t pick your happy place. Your happy place picks you: and although The South Kitchen has very recently moved to Albany Road, it feels like business as usual. Sure, it looks very different in here, Read More
One: ‘Just because’ He hands me a paper cup of shaah cadays as I settle in. I haven’t ordered it- he has brought it ‘just because’- but this Somali spiced tea, chai’s close cousin, sweet and perfumed with cardamom- is just the thing on a dark, mizzly Cardiff evening. Perhaps I look like I need Read More
It smells fantastic in here today. Instantly, a dismal Grangetown Sunday recedes. The skies might be the colour of Welsh slate and the pavements awash with puddles, but in Sai La Vie the air is heady with spices. Every screen is showing the cricket- India dominating Pakistan in Dubai- to fans fortified since 9am by Read More

This blog is a very simple thing.
I wonāt try to sell you any hand lotion, exercise programmes, coffee syrups or Patagonian nose flutes.Ā You wonāt find tips on dating, āwellnessā or yoga mats.
I write because I love it (and food, as indicated by my increasing girth).Ā Greed happens to be my Deadly Sin of choice, but at least it is never shy of providing me with subject matter.Ā
A simple thing, then: all you get is me wittering on semi-coherently about places Iāve eaten at; hence a ārestaurant blogā rather than a āfood blogā, although there are a few recipes scattered throughout.Ā
From mezze to Michelin āfine diningā and all points in between.Ā
