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
Souvlike, City Road, Cardiff
On May 9, 2019 by The Plate Licked CleanSouvlike joins Maria’s and Hellenic Eatery in serving up a good value menu. The success of street food stars Meat & Greek– always one of the busiest queues at any street food event since they started up almost five years ago- now means you can’t move for decent Greek food in Cardiff. We are not
The Bookshop by A Rule of Tum, Aubrey St, Hereford
On April 23, 2019 by The Plate Licked CleanI love writing about places like this. True, no one is forcing any blogger to share their opinions, but there are times you can’t wait to start writing a place up. When your enthusiasm is unforced, hopefully infectious, because you’ve done that most basic of things: find somewhere you want to share. The Bookshop is
Wilson’s, Redland, Bristol
On April 10, 2019 by The Plate Licked CleanFor Tom Parker Bowles, this was his best lunch of 2018- ‘Once again, Bristol comes up trumps. Dear god, I love this city. And dear god, I worship Wilsons…’ while Tim Hayward in the FT chose it as his best meal of the year, urging his readers to experience ‘something irreplaceably wonderful.’ Jay Rayner’s review
JOL’s, High St, Merthyr Tydfil: fixed-price menu review
On March 12, 2019 by The Plate Licked Clean‘The best restaurant in Merthyr’ might seem like damning with faint praise: the town is dominated by brands, and as you drop down from the A470 at night there’s a familiar gallery of neon-branded big names, the kinds which speckle retail parks everywhere. You can only beat what’s in front of you, though. I was
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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