If you’re new to Lee Skeet’s Bones Supperclubs, you should probably read my initial love letter to his food, here. Since my first visit- tonight’s was my third, with more to come- I have, in the words of m’colleague Rhydian of Bwyta yn y Briffdinas, ‘banged on about him’. Mea culpa. It worked, I suppose: Read More
Canton- as you already know because you’ve been paying attention- is currently the most interesting area to eat out in Cardiff. The range on The Food Mile (let’s agree not to quibble over the odd few metres here and there) is what sets it apart. Gluten-free and vegan, shawarma to bulgogi, pizze to pierogi, cake Read More
You know the constants of Cardiff pizza reviews by now. Whether it’s name checks for ingredients which have become whatever the Italian for de rigeur is- Fior de Latte mozzarella, San Marzano DOP tomatoes, and so on; or mentions of a hulking oven (bonus points if it’s a Stefano Ferrara); whether it’s our old chum Read More
Far be it from me to suggest you’re the type to resort to petty chicanery and pass another’s work off as your own. But you could do a lot worse than bring a K + K lamprais or two to the table, unwrapping it and soaking up the praise. We’ll come back to that. Recently, Read More
Chronic is fried chicken for grown ups. Literally- their usual home at Kongs just up the street is 18s and over only- but also in marked contrast to the drab disappointment of a nearby big-money franchise with prime footfall. There, tenders arrived so limp I half expected Pelé to pop up with a reassuring word Read More
If there’s a thread running through the orders I’ve made for national delivery, it’s this: less an attempt to keep up with what’s ‘hot’, more a calculated attempt to recapture happy memories. Food as lockdown panacea. And by extension- because I scrawl my ideas on the back of this virtual fag packet- to suggest meals Read More