Anna-Loka, Albany Road, Cardiff
On August 16, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanI was feeling like a stranger in a strange land. Like a Fallout vault dweller, blinking their way into a new world… Cards on table, especially if you’re not a regular reader: I love my meat. There’s a fair chance I’d love yours, too. Those sticky bits in the tray after a lamb roast? Those
Bao, Soho, London
On August 9, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanAnd now it’s morning there’s only one place we can go. It’s around the corner in Soho where other broken people go. Let’s go… For ‘broken’, read ‘damp’… Since last summer, not a week has gone by that I haven’t thought of this food. It was a highlight of a visit to KERB at the South Bank
The Cambrian Tap, St Mary St, Cardiff
On August 6, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanThe former Kitty Flynn’s on the junction of Caroline St and St Mary St has recently undergone a two-month makeover. Goodbye, walls of that indeterminate shade known as ‘Ancient Pub Yellow’. Farewell, dingy ceilings. Welcome, exposed brickwork, chalk boards, hanging lighbulbs. This is Brains’ showcase for the Craft label arm of the operation. A break
Patty & Bun, London
On July 27, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanPatty and Bun have three locations in London- W1, Hackney and Liverpool St- and have garnered considerable acclaim, regularly cropping up in ‘London’s Best’ polls. They’ve been on ‘the list’ for a while, so we were fortunate to grab a table after a wait of only a few minutes. Apparently that puts us squarely in
Shaam Nights, City Road, Cardiff
On July 21, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanWhat is the meaning of human existence ? Is there life after death? What can we really know? What is love?  From the beginnings of civilisation such questions have been the life’s work of our finest minds, our greatest philosophers and poets. Descartes. Wittgenstein. Nietszche. Haddaway. To these, we must add a thorny issue question to tax
Hellenic Eatery, Crwys Rd, Cardiff
On July 1, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanI went to a Greek restaurant last night. Terrible food, but smashing plates. And now the drearily predictable joke is out of the way, on to the meat of the thing. There’s a compelling argument to be made that Cardiff finally got street food one afternoon last Summer. The flurry of events last year featured
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.Â
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.Â
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.Â