Mama Lan, Brixton Village Market, London
On July 8, 2019 by The Plate Licked CleanThere’s something for everyone in the arcades of Brixton Village Market and Market Row. You might be checking out The Wig Bazaar (I’m not judging) while stocking up on vegan beers; you might be stocking up on sausage from the Columbian carniceria, or shopping for ingredients in the Eritrean grocer. You’re not going to go
Falafilo Island, High St, Newport
On June 18, 2019 by The Plate Licked Clean‘I went here. I ate this. It was nice. I ate another thing. It was nice. Here is a picture. Isn’t it nice?’ So runs my brother’s pretty withering critique of much ‘food blogging.’ Often on this blog I’ve tried to come up with a narrative, to come to terms with a restaurant on more
Santiago’s Tapas, Church St, Cardiff
On June 12, 2019 by The Plate Licked CleanOn the face of it, Santiago’s marketing has done them few favours. You could almost hear people choking on their morcilla de Burgos at their initial claim to be the ‘only place in Cardiff to experience an authentic Spanish dining experience‘. That’s a stout boast, especially in this resturant ecosystem. The cut and paste likes
Bar 44, Penarth: large party menu review
On May 25, 2019 by The Plate Licked CleanI don’t like people telling me what to have for dinner. Anticipating the menu is half the fun, a few minutes of weighing the claims of each dish, making those decisions, playing them off against one another in your head. Delaying the pleasure: an act of culinary foreplay. A well written menu seduces. A ‘large
Ynyshir, Machynlleth, Powys
On May 14, 2019 by The Plate Licked CleanSettle in- this might take a while. but it’s worth trying to do it justice. I have even included a little game to help keep boredom at bay. Don’t say I’m not good to you. ‘Forever’. ‘Eternal. ‘Never ending’. We are in love with the language of falling in love, aren’t we? We ladle on
Ember by John Cook: Milk and Sugar/Llaeth y Siwgr, The Old Library, Cardiff
On May 11, 2019 by The Plate Licked Clean‘For everything (Turn, turn, turn) There is a season (Turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose Under heaven… A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap…’ There’s a whole series of blog posts to be written on the music on restaurants, and the way
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.
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