I wouldn’t normally write about a meal during a soft launch: service and kitchen deserve time to bed in, to hit their stride. Here at Pasture in Cardiff, though, it’s immediately clear any ground has been hit running. Everything is slicker than a baby seal in extra virgin: service is warm, keen and knowledgeable, the Read More
If you wanted a glimmer of light for restaurants right now, here’s one: it’s been heartening to see the way so many businesses have adapted and emerged offering something even more fascinating, more exciting. Right in the teeth of the gale they are re-energised, refocused. Take a look at the pared-back beauty of the new Read More
Mattancherry stands out on Canton’s lovably scuffed drag. I’m unsure what the technical term for the dominant blue here is- cerulean perhaps?- but it’s the bike mounted above the door which draws the eye. Inside it’s all weathered desks on wooden floorboards, metal chairs, Bollywood Film posters. It will be a familiar look to many. Read More
So Good, opposite Mina and Pim’s on Crwys Road in Cardiff, isn’t your run of the mill Cantonese adapted to undemanding British tastes. The spicing is bolder, the menu clearly with an eye on the Chinese diners who make up the rest of the guests when I visit. The fallback term for this food is Read More
‘Beautiful’. The Humble Onion’s salted focaccia, the taut, fragile bronze breaking apart for its airy crumb to be dredged through herby, grassy oil and its thick, sweet plug of balsamic. ‘Just…beautiful.’ A rolled lamb breast which combines a light crust with the wanton wobble of rich fat, a scattering of little cubes of pickled cucumber, Read More
It’s safe to say RomEat, a tiny, brand new business, hasn’t picked the easiest time to open. I hope they do well. Very well. It’s owned by young couple Matteo and Sabrina, who have seen an opportunity to bring their Italian street food to Roath. It’s an area they know very well, with chef Matteo 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.