‘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
I once stood in a car park waiting for friends from Bristol to join me at The Humble Onion. On a dark mizzly Thursday night, I watched them walk past the turn a couple of times. It was an apt image for Antonio Simone’s cooking: simultaneously good enough to merit the best part of a 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
Arriving in Bedminster early for my lunch at COR, I wander up and down North Street. I pass a launderette, a tattoo parlour, a boarded-up mini market: and yet someone has recently opened a bottle of Moet here, the gold foil and twist of wire on the tarmac. It’s an incongruous sight metres from the Read More
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