Here’s a prediction, a happy one in this chaotic, miserable year: you’re going to hear more and more people telling you how good the burgers at Ansh are. Ansh is Welsh through and through. Not just in name (‘Bite’), but the inspiration for each burger writ large. That sense of regional identity is explicit, from Read More
Ah. ‘Chain’. The ‘c’ word. After my unenthusiastic review of The Coconut Tree, a few took issue with my description of them as ‘a chain’ and all the dilution of aims and standards that often involves. They’re not materially different from our own Bar 44, they reasoned: a similar number of branches from small beginnings, Read More
We dined at The Park House as guests of the restaurant. All food and drink was complementary. All opinions tumble from what passes for my brain, and they do so independently. No review or social media activity was requested. Transparency is important. The great Bill Shankly once said, “Football is a simple game, made Read More
We dined at The Admiral St David’s as guests of the hotel. All food and drink was complementary. All opinions tumble from what passes for my brain, and they do so independently. Transparency is important. And on that topic, when you’ve finished reading this review (or before, I’m easy) please have a look at this Read More
Full disclosure: this post reviews a meal to which I was invited. All food and drink was free. In future, any (occasional) ‘by invitation’ reviews will feature this disclaimer front and centre, in the interest of transparency. Reinvention can be a wonderful thing. Take Kylie Minogue. No, really. Which version is your favourite? Perky little Read More
Asador 44 is the newest outpost in the Bar 44 empire. Taking over the old Greenwood and Brown building, mere yards from the Westgate Street branch, this is now an elegantly appointed space which, in true Bar 44 style, is careful with its details. The focal point of the whole shebang is their parilla grill, separated 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.