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
How things change. It’s not just the this is on the site of the former Goldburger, which was just about the only place in Cardiff you could get a root beer once upon a long ago. (Clearly, no one has told them that a recent by-law stipulates that every local opening must now feature exposed Read More
An evening get-together with other local blogging types- take a bow, The Little Nomad, The Jady Brunch, The Rare Welsh Bit and Explore With Ed- with complimentary cocktails and free food. It’s a dirty job, etc etc. Hell, if a man who has cooked for Springsteen wants to cook for me, I won’t put up Read More
Anand George’s new lunchtime menu venture puts his recent foray into street food front and centre. Fresh from feeding the Street Food Circus hordes- up to 200 servings a (frenzied) hour, apparently- lunchtimes now see the concept extended to an in-house setting. What’s on offer is not limited to their SFC menu. Within the familiar 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.