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North Point, named after the district the owners grew up, is Cardiff’s new Hong Kong-style café. Husband and wife Anson and Claris were born there, just before the 1997 handover to China which ended 156 years of British rule. They moved, fell in love with Cardiff, wanted a new challenge, and here they are on Read More
Follow my blog with Bloglovin To understand the peculiar power of the momo, we must retrace our steps. Bristol, the early 1990s. The Bristol of Dummy and Maxinquaye and Blue Lines, of shared houses in Easton and Eastville, Fishponds and Downend, of Wednesday nights in the hull of The Thekla, the weekly indie club Read More
It’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 Read More
Zi’s Cafe is one of those places. Places which aren’t social media stars, places which are notable by their absence in the self-promotion stakes, but places which you hear praised and recommended far too often for that acclaim to be groundless. It shouldn’t have taken me this long to try it. Now next door to their Read More
You know that bit in that Simpsons episode ‘Lisa the Vegetarian’- the school information film ‘Meat and You, Partners in Freedom’, where actor Troy McClure* runs his finger along the spine of a cow, as you would the rim of a mixing bowl, then sucks it and pronounced it delicious? Yep, that’s basically me. So Read More
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