India’s Bhāskara II tried it in the mid-12th century. In the 1300s, Petrus Peregrinus of France had a go, too. For centuries, inventors have yearned to uncover the secret of the perpetual motion machine. ‘A wheel that could run forever’. Infinite work, infinite movement: a machine which never stops moving. It’s a shame they never Read More
Tom’s (or ‘Tom’s Smashed Burgers and Dirty Fries’) is a fascinating proposition. They say it’s a sign of ageing when policemen seem too young. Brace yourselves for a sense of imminent decrepitude, then, because the eponymous Tomos is 18. And while you’re wondering whether you could rattle off that phrase after your third Negroni, it Read More
Perhaps this is less a review than a reminder. After all, Bar 44’s reputation is increasingly well known across Britain, let alone Cardiff, so unless you’ve been living in a bunker (or Bridgend) you probably already know. We are here for the new lunch deal, which runs on Thursday and Friday in Westgate St, and Read More
I’m not in a good mood by the time I arrive at Hiraeth Kitchen. Any balm dispensed by the bus ride from Cardiff- a timely reminder of just how beautiful the Vale can be- is lost when I try to find a taxi from Cowbridge. Apparently the Gordian knot, Fermat’s Last Theorem and the continuing Read More
Have you been to The Humble Onion recently? You should. Two visits in the last fortnight have confirmed what has been obvious for a few years now. Namely, that Antonio Simone’s cooking is a true local highlight and deserves to be celebrated in that way.. The ‘Humble at Home’ boxes were a lockdown highlight, the Read More
‘Beautiful’. The Humble Onion’s salted focaccia, the taut, fragile bronze breaking apart for its airy crumb to be dredged through herby, grassy oil and its thick, sweet plug of balsamic. ‘Just…beautiful.’ A rolled lamb breast which combines a light crust with the wanton wobble of rich fat, a scattering of little cubes of pickled cucumber, 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.