Ox cheek pie. Duck liver parfait. Locally-caught plaice, roasted whole and served with cider butter sauce. Oysters, three ways. Cullen skink. Scallops. Ribeye and bone marrow. Chips cooked in beef dripping. Goose. Fish pie. Yes, Booh, you have my attention. I’m on the train out of Charing Cross, and already smitten with Booh’s menu, when Read More
Your starter for ten. ‘All the men want it…I don’t know why! All the men love it. Women, they don’t seem so keen. But men? They always want it…’ We’ll find out soon enough what my server, the lovely Haja, was talking about. And no, it’s not that. Among City Road’s vape shops, barbers, peri Read More
No, this isn’t a Chinese restaurant-only blog, though it It probably feels like it recently. This one makes it three in a row: a few visits to the ultimately underwhelming Fresh Feast, before BBQ Xiang‘s siu mei roast meats on Caroline Street restored my faith. Now, we head downstairs to a Churchill Way basement for Read More
Good things have a habit of happening in this little room in the middle of Cardiff. It was once Malai Thai; you might remember their extraordinarily good value set lunch a few years ago, although it’s almost quaint now to think of a city centre meal, fresh from the wok, served on an actual plate Read More
There’s a wall-mounted touch screen in this most orange of rooms. It’s there for anyone to walk in and order a takeaway. If that sounds novel, wait until you settle at your table and send your order, from the tablet provided, to your server standing a few feet away. Open for just over a month Read More
It’s the lamb which makes you sit back with a happy sigh. That sultry tangle of braised shoulder, irreproachably tender, is aromatic. Sumptuous. It tells you you’re in the right place, at the right time, with the right order. It is, by any criteria worth using, an absolute minx of a thing. But then so 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.
