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QBAO, then. Cathays, Cardiff. I sit at the window and think, I see why I’ve seen this place called a ‘hidden gem’. To be fair, the signs are all there. There’s the location in Cardiff’s heavily populated student area, cunningly concealed on the junction of two streets with busy footfall. There’s the eye-catching two-tone lilac Read More
North Point, named after the district the owners grew up, is Cardiff’s new Hong Kong-style café. Husband and wife Anson and Claris were born there, just before the 1997 handover to China which ended 156 years of British rule. They moved, fell in love with Cardiff, wanted a new challenge, and here they are on Read More
‘Please allow me to introduce myself/I’m a man of wealth and taste…’ preens Mick Jagger as the Orchard Road table fills with bowls and bamboo steamers. Well, he’s half right, I think as I congratulate myself on coming here for the third time in as many weeks. Clearly, I’m in need of some restraint: but 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
And now it’s morning there’s only one place we can go. It’s around the corner in Soho where other broken people go. Let’s go… For ‘broken’, read ‘damp’… Since last summer, not a week has gone by that I haven’t thought of this food. It was a highlight of a visit to KERB at the South Bank 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.