Well, this is long overdue. The local lack of anything like a traditional Spanish Sunday lunch has long bothered me. I don’t get that peculiarly British insistence on the Sunday roast. I don’t have that emotional connection to them that many do, that strangely predictable appetite for the same thing every Sunday, world without end, Read More
‘The only Godfather line I know is ‘Say hello to my little friend,” she says. Clearly, today’s trip to Everyman Cinema is both educational and long overdue: and lunch will be here at Picton and Co, on the edge of Mermaid Quay in Cardiff Bay. Historically the area has been a byword for slim pickings, Read More
QBAO, then. Cathays, Cardiff. I sit at the window and think, I see why I’ve seen this place called a ‘hidden gem’. To be fair, the signs are all there. There’s the location in Cardiff’s heavily populated student area, cunningly concealed on the junction of two streets with busy footfall. There’s the eye-catching two-tone lilac Read More
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
I don’t have anything new to say about Victoria Park’s 591 by Anatoni’s. Don’t worry, though: no one else has, either. Local pizza reviews trudge a well-worn path. Almost 3 years ago, reviewing Scaramantica, Tony Frawley’s former place, they were already ‘…a well-worn route to Review Predictability via Cornicione Parkway and Airy Crust Central.’ But Read More
Favourite Cardiff opening (aka the ‘Relieved it’s every bit as good as I wanted it to be’ award): Tukka Tuk Canteen, Poca Parallel appeared as confidently as you’d expect, but my heart belongs to two local favourites who opened long-awaited new restaurants this year. Anand George’s quiet revolution continued as, despite formidable hurdles, Tukka Tuk 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.
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.