Good things have a habit of happening in this little room in the middle of Cardiff. It was once Malai Thai; you might remember their extraordinarily good value set lunch a few years ago, although it’s almost quaint now to think of a city centre meal, fresh from the wok, served on an actual plate Read More
There’s a wall-mounted touch screen in this most orange of rooms. It’s there for anyone to walk in and order a takeaway. If that sounds novel, wait until you settle at your table and send your order, from the tablet provided, to your server standing a few feet away. Open for just over a month Read More
It’s the lamb which makes you sit back with a happy sigh. That sultry tangle of braised shoulder, irreproachably tender, is aromatic. Sumptuous. It tells you you’re in the right place, at the right time, with the right order. It is, by any criteria worth using, an absolute minx of a thing. But then so Read More
You can’t put a price on contentment, they say. They are, of course, wrong: you can pretty much guarantee a few precious moments of the stuff at Afghan Cuisine. Take your seat, place your order. Bread will appear. Freshly baked, doughy-crisp bread, and little pots to accompany: black olives, hummus and yoghurt trickled with rivulets Read More
Unfortunately, this post is not yet available as a wipe-clean laminated checklist. Apologies, we’ve got our best people working on it, but read on anyway. Cardiff Market is still very much that- a daily working, seemingly random, clutch of stalls, where you can find everything from yarn to shoe polish, wigs to waistcoats, and charging Read More
There is an easygoing, lived-in feeling to The Little Bulgaria, this small café on Queen’s Road. It’s the jar of lollipops on the counter, next to the wine rack. You see it in the cushions in the bold white, green and red bands of the Bulgarian tricolour. It’s the small rural scenes hanging on the 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
