Bristol . Restaurants in England
Salkaara, Henleaze, Bristol
On August 23, 2020 by The Plate Licked CleanLast year, a Cardiff restaurant on Fathers’ Day: the staff overhear us talking about my daughter’s birthday just the day before, and a complimentary plate of mini desserts suddenly appears, a congratulatory message piped across the plate. That same night, as we make our way through an impressive tasting menu, we are told, ‘Just ask
Bristol . Restaurants in England
Littlefrench, Bristol review
On August 20, 2020 by The Plate Licked CleanGo and book your table at Littlefrench now. Look, here’s the link- I’ll make it easy for you. Book here or call 01179706276 You can always come back to this later. I’ll try to make it worth your while. But really- book. Now. All done? Lovely. Let’s continue. ………………… I left Littlefrench frustrated. Not because
Bristol . Restaurants in England
Bellita, Cotham Hill, Bristol
On July 31, 2017 by The Plate Licked CleanBellita is the younger sister of Bristol stalwart Bell’s Diner and sits squarely in the ‘throw a stick and hit somewhere good to eat’ enclave of Cotham Hill. The name works on a personal level, too: it’s what my four year old used to call my mother, her first approximation of ‘Abuelita‘, which I take
Bristol . Restaurants in England
The Pony and Trap, Chew Magna, Bristol
On May 17, 2016 by The Plate Licked CleanThe Pony and Trap is the sort of place you’d love for your local. Long wooden pews, shaded lamps, tiled and wooden floors, leaded glass. It’s cosy, welcoming and intimate: stuffiness and over formality are strangers here, and the view is of endless fields. Oh, and it just happens to have a Michelin-starred kitchen. But
Bristol . Restaurants in England
The Ox, Corn St, Bristol
On September 13, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanAs far as hiding your light under a bushel goes, The Ox takes some beating in the self-effacement stakes. Lurking beneath a Wetherspoons in Bristol’s historically grand Corn St, with only a nameless brass plate above the door, you descend spiralling marble steps to enter a kind of subterranean gloom which makes decent photographs impossible
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.
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