I often wish I’d been better at Chemistry when I was in school. It was that combination of me not finding it easy to grasp, and a teacher who was so  knowledgeable in his cherished field that he found it hard to descend to my level. This all led to me viewing the subject with Read More
I didn’t think I was going to like this. Quietly, afternoon tea has very much become A Thing recently and most hotels now have their own slice of a lucrative market. Not my kind of Thing, though: in my mind it’s musty and prissy. It’s dainty-for-the-sake-of-it, finicky food. It’s what my old Prof (he was Read More
Newly opened, Elgano is now run by a team of Italians clearly passionate about their food. “Cooking is love made visible” runs the legend over the kitchen, which pretty much sums it up for me. There are no surprises on this menu: it’s like a rundown of Italian restaurants’ greatest hits: spaghetti bolognese, farfalle with Read More
‘Keralan Passion, Britsh Style’ runs the legend over the bar in the new Mint and Mustard, Penarth. With the acquisition of a new chef, ex-Dishoom and Bombay Brasserie, this is a high-profile and well-situated addition to Penarth’s town centre, being only an enthusiastically hoiked patata brava from the estimable Bar 44. There’s an expansive selection on offer, Read More
Sat on Llandaff’s High Street, Porro comes trailing clouds of glory thanks to its big sister in the city centre, The Potted Pig. Straight off the bat, they proclaim their love of local food served with a love of Italy; they serve ‘Italian-ish’ food, rather than devote themselves to the slavishly myopic quest for the Read More
Spiceberry is dead; long live Spiceberry. Well, almost. The recently closed restaurant in Caroline Street has long been a favourite, a kind of best-kept secret among local diners. It was the kind of place you either loved, or hadn’t tried yet. Previous visits made a big impression while Pramod Nair was head chef, here and 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