The Smoke Haus. Surely it couldn’t be as bad as the last time I ate alleged ‘barbecue’ in the city centre? Could lightning strike twice in the same postcode? (NB I haven’t checked this bit- don’t bother correcting me). To whit: could The Smoke Haus serve ‘barbecue’ as bad, as scrotum-shrinkingly awful, as the meal Read More
It has been a dark few years for the pubs of Grangetown. The Neville, on the corner of Clare and Cornwall, gave up the ghost in 2013; The Grange followed in September 2015. The estate agents were touting it as ‘offering potential for alternative uses’, and for a while it looked as if it might Read More
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. There’s still plenty of meat on that bone. Now- you take this home, throw it in a pot, add some broth, a potato. Baby, you got a stew going!” Carl Weathers to Dr Tobias Fünke, Arrested Development. If your idea of going out to eat involves paying someone else to cook you Read More
If Boney M have taught us anything about Tsarist Russia, it’s this: not only was Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin a lover of the Russian queen, but he was a “cat that really was gone”. Furthermore, as “Russia’s greatest love machine”, “to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear”. So far, so good. Not all shared Read More
We dined at The Park House as guests of the restaurant. All food and drink was complementary. All opinions tumble from what passes for my brain, and they do so independently. No review or social media activity was requested. Transparency is important. The great Bill Shankly once said, “Football is a simple game, made Read More
Fans of ‘in this day in history’ are entitled to feel a little spoilt with June 25th. there’s plenty for everyone: whether it’s the start of the Korean War (bad), Ricky Gervais’ and George Michael’s birthdays (good) or Custer’s Last Stand (make your own mind up on that one), the date has more than its 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