There’s only one main dish, complains the passerby, peering at the menu and walking away. Well, fair play to him. He’s grasped the essence of Maison de Boeuf. Welcome to one of Cardiff’s smallest menus, though nothing beats the pared-back ‘chicken, lamb or nothing’ minimalism of The South Kitchen. Maison de Boeuf is built around Read More
Here’s the idea: all independents, enough for a week’s worth; all with ‘proper meal’ set lunch deals at a range of prices. All tried and tested, of course. (And a bonus couple, because I live to give). Crucially, all are open every weekday. Which means, of course, that you can rotate to your heart’s- and Read More
How do you make a brilliant restaurant even better? Well, you do lunch for £25. You serve up five courses of remarkably poised, seductively accomplished cooking in laid-back style, and you do it with warmth. For £25, in case you missed it. Here on Chandos Road it has long been easy to eat well. Very Read More
Cardiff Market and food have always been inseparable. The late-Victorian building, built on the former site of Cardiff gaol- the gallows were near the St Mary St entrance- opened in 1891, and for some it has been their home for the duration. Others, like butchers JT Morgan, predate even that, trading on the site when Read More
Arriving in Bedminster early for my lunch at COR, I wander up and down North Street. I pass a launderette, a tattoo parlour, a boarded-up mini market: and yet someone has recently opened a bottle of Moet here, the gold foil and twist of wire on the tarmac. It’s an incongruous sight metres from the Read More
Pizza by the slice isn’t something that has caught on in Cardiff. RomEat does it very well, of course, and their Roman-leaning style is notable for its crisp olive oil-enriched base. Generally, the city is dominated by the Neapolitan style: small, soupy-centred, the rim buckshot-scorched with blisters, turning us all into pomodoro pundits and cornicione 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.