Hills, Brecon
On January 7, 2019 by The Plate Licked CleanWe start with a tight close up of a burger. Slowly we pull out and begin a slow-motion tracking shot, as a server picks up the plate and carries the burger to our hero. We cut to his dark eyes widening lustfully at the sheer size of the thing. He picks it up, admires it; he
The Heathcock, Llandaff, Cardiff
On November 22, 2018 by The Plate Licked CleanIf you’re not already sick of reading about The Heathcock, you soon will be: every restaurant blogger worth their salt (and a few who aren’t, besides) will be queuing up to tell you just how good it is. This is the fourth side of a square which elevates eating out in Cardiff to something more
Spanish Road Trip ii: Bodega El Capricho, Jiménez de Jamuz, León: review
On September 18, 2018 by The Plate Licked Clean‘And now, we are going ….wider!’ says David, our server and four-time veteran of the Pilgrim’s Way, the Camino de Santiago. That’s a journey which takes some dedication, a commitment to purpose : no wonder he feels so at home here, in this temple to slow food. Dedication, it is obvious, is at the heart
Heaney’s Pop Up, Pontcanna, Cardiff
On September 16, 2018 by The Plate Licked CleanNot long ago, I mentioned on Twitter that I was going to break with tradition: that I was, untypically, thinking of sharpening my knife for a deliberately harsh critique of a truly abysmal meal at a Cardiff bar. It was so utterly wretched, so lacking in any redeeming features, so cackhanded, that- for the first time-
The Smoke Haus, Cardiff
On August 26, 2018 by The Plate Licked CleanThe Smoke Haus. Surely it couldn’t be as bad as the last time I ate alleged ‘barbecue’ in the city centre? Could lightning strike twice in the same postcode? (NB I haven’t checked this bit- don’t bother correcting me). To whit: could The Smoke Haus serve ‘barbecue’ as bad, as scrotum-shrinkingly awful, as the meal
Spanish Road Trip day i: Gueyu Mar, Ribadesallas, Asturias
On August 23, 2018 by The Plate Licked CleanThis post is one of a series from a road trip I took summer 2018. For the introduction, read this. ‘Lo sencillo es tan sencillo, tan sencillo, que es complicado.’ We leave Bilbao far behind and head west for a couple of hours along the Cantabrian coast, into the green of Asturias. We skirt the
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.