Tío
On July 3, 2022 by The Plate Licked Clean‘You see these roads?’ asks Tío Angel, as we look down on Segovia. It’s an oppressively hot day in the late 1980s. He has brought me along on a work trip, and we have far to go, but for now he has pulled over and we stand overlooking the town. ‘In the summer, on weekends,
Steak and Stamp, Pencoed, Bridgend: review
On June 9, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanSteak. Phwoooar. Flames. Huge hunks of meat. Tattoos. Burly, bearded six-footers innit? Forearms like slabs of sirloin. That’s not Lynx Africa, that’s the reek of testosterone. Big manly stuff. Tony Soprano on the grill, and he’s not cooking aubergines. But in this Jubilee year, let’s never mind that particular set of clichéd bollocks: because here’s
Fat Hippo burgers, Cardiff: review
On May 23, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanMowgli, Honest, Pho, Rosa’s: Church St has become a hub of the better chains. And now here come Fat Hippo. Starting in Newcastle in 2010, this is not an overnight success story but a steady expansion across the North before the moves to Wales, Birmingham and London. News of their Cardiff arrival was greeted with
Cotto Wine Bar and Kitchen, Bristol: review
On May 22, 2022 by The Plate Licked Clean‘So- to the train station? Where is home..? You been in Bristol long? But you used to live here? Ha. You come for a woman, yes? You look like a man who likes a lot of women… Oh, just seeing friends this time..? You can’t fool me… it is good to schedule a holiday from
Sonny Stores, Bristol: review
On May 7, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanThere’s a little Community Notices board on the kitchen’s outside wall on Birch Road. This is where you come if you’re looking for a lost cat or guitar lessons- or the services of a ‘foot health practitioner’, if you’re in the market. More relevantly, you also come here for a menu which makes easy picking
Caper and Cure, Stokes Croft, Bristol: review
On May 3, 2022 by The Plate Licked CleanSome meals you remember fondly. Some you recall suffused with some soft golden glow, because somehow you felt a connection with the place and you just fell for it: an infectious sense of being in the right place at the right time. That’s the best of eating out isn’t it? Incongruously, the elegant dark blue
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.