Sat on Llandaff’s High Street, Porro comes trailing clouds of glory thanks to its big sister in the city centre, The Potted Pig. Straight off the bat, they proclaim their love of local food served with a love of Italy; they serve ‘Italian-ish’ food, rather than devote themselves to the slavishly myopic quest for the Read More
Spiceberry is dead; long live Spiceberry. Well, almost. The recently closed restaurant in Caroline Street has long been a favourite, a kind of best-kept secret among local diners. It was the kind of place you either loved, or hadn’t tried yet. Previous visits made a big impression while Pramod Nair was head chef, here and Read More
Occupying a prime slab of city centre real  estate on the first floor of St David’s 2, Shake Shack is brand new- as I write this, it’s been open for less than three hours- and is their first UK branch outside London, extending the narrative of Cardiff as somewhere even star ‘brands’- hello Burger and Lobster, Read More
An evening get-together with other local blogging types- take a bow, The Little Nomad, The Jady Brunch, The Rare Welsh Bit and Explore With Ed- with complimentary cocktails and free food. It’s a dirty job, etc etc. Hell, if a man who has cooked for Springsteen wants to cook for me, I won’t put up Read More
Sometimes the best things are right under your nose. This was a perfect storm of circumstances, really: my admission I had never been to The Bunch of Grapes was greeted with incredulity by a regular. A few days later, their stall at Cardiff Brewfest was serving classic pub dishes which went down very well; and Read More
Anand George’s new lunchtime menu venture puts his recent foray into street food front and centre. Fresh from feeding the Street Food Circus hordes- up to 200 servings a (frenzied) hour, apparently- lunchtimes now see the concept extended to an in-house setting. What’s on offer is not limited to their SFC menu. Within the familiar 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.Â
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.Â
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.Â