‘There’s just nowhere to eat in Cardiff on a Monday!’ It’s a familiar complaint on a night when the keen diner is notoriously short of options. It’s the perennial question: where to eat out- and eat well- when local hospitality takes a post weekend-rush breather? So here’s your answer to ‘There’s nowhere open!’: sixty-odd of Read More
There’s no denying East Asian food is having a moment in Cardiff right now. Here on Salisbury Road alone you’ll find Savour, Mini Kitchen, Hong Kong café North Point and the Taiwanese QBAO. Add the city centre’s Chinese Fast Street Food, and Jianghu less than half a mile away in Cathays, and the city’s options Read More
‘Wednesday to Saturday: Brisket Pulled Pork St Louis Ribs’ reads the sign in the lounge. Well, it’s to the point. Hand-painted by Smokey Dave himself, it is a no-fuss, just-the-good-stuff hint that things have changed at The Robin Hood. Pub kitchen residences can be remarkably fruitful things, and mutually beneficial. Spread the risk of running Read More
It was probably Malai Thai’s set lunch set menu which put them on the map. It was a revelation at the time, the idea of eating freshly stir-fried Thai food- off a plate, too- at a price (£6.99 with a drink at first, though it crept upwards as hospitality challenges mounted) which typically means a Read More
Well, this is long overdue. The local lack of anything like a traditional Spanish Sunday lunch has long bothered me. I don’t get that peculiarly British insistence on the Sunday roast. I don’t have that emotional connection to them that many do, that strangely predictable appetite for the same thing every Sunday, world without end, Read More
‘The only Godfather line I know is ‘Say hello to my little friend,” she says. Clearly, today’s trip to Everyman Cinema is both educational and long overdue: and lunch will be here at Picton and Co, on the edge of Mermaid Quay in Cardiff Bay. Historically the area has been a byword for slim pickings, 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.