It smells fantastic in here today. Instantly, a dismal Grangetown Sunday recedes. The skies might be the colour of Welsh slate and the pavements awash with puddles, but in Sai La Vie the air is heady with spices. Every screen is showing the cricket- India dominating Pakistan in Dubai- to fans fortified since 9am by Read More
‘Would you like more lamb?’ Godfrey offers. ‘Just so you don’t have to waste that bit of rice.’ As if. My first Tanzanian meal at Onja had already put me in a good mood. For a few minutes I had forgotten the ache in my back and my feet complaining about being on them for Read More
The cutlery at Harafs doesn’t have elegant lines and reassuring weight: it’s a jumble of odds and sods in a canteen style plastic tray. There’s no written menu either, and you’ll probably end up eating with your fingers- there’s a basin by the kitchen if that bothers you- and drinking your soup straight from the Read More
Your starter for ten. No conferring, now. Do you know your ntaba from your nkwobi? Or your bobolo from your attiĂ©kĂ©? If you do, you’re ahead of me. Not without a surreptitous under-table Google, anyway. And I’m still in two minds about the esi ewu. But in terms of an overdue education, a couple of Read More
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