Blue Honey Night Café at Sully’s, Quay St, Cardiff
On May 19, 2017 by The Plate Licked CleanIt’s odd how little details in restaurants influence you. I was once in a place where an app enabled the customers to programme the playlist. Half an hour later, after wall-to-wall U2, your mild-mannered correspondent was ready to bludgeon the nearest kitten. Which brings us to Cardiff’s latest word of mouth success story. Blue Honey
Lasan, St Paul’s Square, Birmingham
On May 14, 2017 by The Plate Licked CleanLasan will be no stranger to the sofa-loving foodnerd: since he opened it at the age of 22, head chef Aktar Islam has been a regular on Great British Menu, cooking at the final banquet, and Lasan has featured in the Sunday Times’ 100 UK’s Best and won Gordon Ramsay’s ‘F Word’ accolade for Best
My Food Kryptonite
On April 25, 2017 by The Plate Licked CleanHer: “Do you remember, how much you loved me? You say you have no room in that thick old head.” Him: “Well it comes with the hurt and the guilt, and the memories; If I had to take them with me I would never get from my bed…” I don’t believe in ‘guilty pleasures’. I’m
Asador 44, Quay St, Cardiff: review
On March 23, 2017 by The Plate Licked CleanAsador 44 is the newest outpost in the Bar 44 empire. Taking over the old Greenwood and Brown building, mere yards from the Westgate Street branch, this is now an elegantly appointed space which, in true Bar 44 style, is careful with its details. The focal point of the whole shebang is their parilla grill, separated
Happy Lok Diner, Crwys Rd, Cardiff
On March 20, 2017 by The Plate Licked CleanIt’s not easy to find the perfect fried egg. All too often, you get that bland uniform bleached white of the albumen, so uninspiring, so listless, so like something from a child’s playset. It’s far more rare to find an egg fried until the edges take on the crisp, delicate aspect of a lace ‘hem’.
Burger Theory at Kong’s, St Mary St, Cardiff
On February 13, 2017 by The Plate Licked CleanWhat’s pink and wrinkled and hangs out your pyjamas? The answer, of course, is ‘your nan.’ (© Cardiff University Rag Mag, circa 1983.) As an aside- what happened to rag mags? Are they Still A Thing, available as a scratch’n’sniff app with added VR functionality, or is their unfashionable comedy now deemed too toxic? Anyway.
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.