It smells fantastic in here today. Instantly, a dismal Grangetown Sunday recedes. The skies might be the colour of Welsh slate and the pavements awash with puddles, but in Sai La Vie the air is heady with spices. Every screen is showing the cricket- India dominating Pakistan in Dubai- to fans fortified since 9am by Read More
The Old Moathouse in Kidwelly is one of the oldest surviving houses within the medieval walled town. It could, with a little license, be described as standing in the shadow of the Castle: it certainly has enviable views of those 13th century walls. That Castle was, famously, the setting for the opening scene of Monty Read More
‘Would you like more lamb?’ Godfrey offers. ‘Just so you don’t have to waste that bit of rice.’ As if. My first Tanzanian meal at Onja had already put me in a good mood. For a few minutes I had forgotten the ache in my back and my feet complaining about being on them for Read More
If Pakistani food is under-represented in Cardiff, then Afghan is even more so. Taste of Peshawar will right that. Just around the corner from Cowbridge Road, the former short-lived Sizzle and Smoke- and for those with longer memories, Zio Piero- this is an unexpected opening and brings regional specialities from the north west of Pakistan, Read More
Here’s the thing. You have probably already made up your mind about DaiU in Cardiff Bay. Cardiff is the first in a small chain (Brighton, Croydon) and their site prepares you for a ‘symphony of flavors, captivat(ing) your senses’ featuring ‘the irresistible aroma of fresh meats, perfectly grilled to succulent perfection’. ‘Experience the ocean’s bounty’, Read More
Ember at No. 5. Dave Killick, Tommy Heaney. You know the deal by now, I’m sure. Pontcanna, nose to tail eating, pasta, frequently changing menus. It’s an eye-catching an opening as Cardiff has had for some time. With Uisce and Heaney’s, Ember At No. 5 forms the third point of The Tommy Triangle, a mystical 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.Â
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.Â
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.Â