Some subjects are guaranteed to provoke a thunderous eye roll in any food discussion right now. Instagrammers touting themselves for ‘collabs’ before they’ve proved they have an opinion worth a damn?Always a front runner. The perceived dubious use of crowdfunding? Certainly. Claims of ‘authenticity’? That’s a slippery beast at the best of times, a loaded Read More
I’ve come at the wrong time, haven’t I? It’s a bright, cold day, the light filling the room those huge windows. Lovely if you’re the kind of inveterate arsehole who insists on photographing their dinner, mind. And yet…in my head, the default Nook look is seeing the place lit like a picture on an autumn Read More
It starts well enough. I’m anyone’s for a good prawn cracker and I’m brought a complimentary bowl of prawn crackers, a nice touch. They don’t last long. More arrive: I do love it when someone tops up my crackers. Matron. King prawn with lemongrass are not ready yet this lunchtime, so I order strategically: I Read More
If Dante Alighieri imagined Hell’s gates with the inscription ‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter here‘ – and as a mission statement that takes some beating- then what happier slogan should you find at The Grange? After a series of heartily satisfying meals here on Grangetown, it’s tempting to imagine something which leaves you in Read More
Let me tell you a tale of fried chicken. I was in a good mood, the sort when someone stops you in Queen Street to tell you your hair looks good. And if it soon becomes obvious they’re trying to get me to sign up to something, you still have to take the wins where Read More
This, the former New Himalaya, was where you’d come for your Friday night curry. You might have fond memories of their Sunday evening buffet, all you could eat for £6 or thereabouts. But these days, you come here to Salkaara for some of the best Indian cooking in Cardiff. The Wellfield Road branch has followed 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.