‘If you build it, they will come…’ Alternatively, if you wait long enough, someone will do what you can’t, and make moves to establish a real street food culture in this here city. Photo: Jordan Harris I’ve moaned before about the comparative dearth of options in Cardiff, especially when stacked up against what’s on offer Read More
Another day, another recommendation for our quest to find great value food in the city. Falafel Wales has caught my eye before- I am strangely attracted to the scuffed intrigue of Canton’s streets- but a hearty thumbs up from former food blogger Cardiff Bites had us beating a path to its door. This time, I Read More
Any search for value in Cardiff is bound to end up at some stage at The New York Deli in High Street Arcade. It seems to have been a Cardiff lunchtime staple for years (since 1990 anyway- I just checked, so long enough to have been around since my world was young and green and Read More
Plenty. That’s what I want from somewhere like this. Bounty. I want a spread which represents in its plenty the fecundity of the oceans. The teeming, glittering shoals, the scuttling, darting crustacea. I want beady eyes and shells and pincers and frankly extravagant numbers of legs and the effort of extracting their meat, and I Read More
If Spanish home cooking has a jefe, a boss, in this country, then that title surely belongs to José Pizarro. If I had to name one UK-based Spanish chef who inspires me, who has helped popularise the food I grew up with and care about most of all, it’d be a shortlist of one. His Read More
It’s all about the momo, baby. Since I first came across them at Natraj on Bristol’s Gloucester Road in the early 1990s, these have always been something I look for on menus. Trouble is, as a mainstay of Nepalese cuisine, they’re not often found, or at least not in these parts, so the quest typically 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.