It’s the lamb which makes you sit back with a happy sigh. That sultry tangle of braised shoulder, irreproachably tender, is aromatic. Sumptuous. It tells you you’re in the right place, at the right time, with the right order. It is, by any criteria worth using, an absolute minx of a thing. But then so Read More
You can’t put a price on contentment, they say. They are, of course, wrong: you can pretty much guarantee a few precious moments of the stuff at Afghan Cuisine. Take your seat, place your order. Bread will appear. Freshly baked, doughy-crisp bread, and little pots to accompany: black olives, hummus and yoghurt trickled with rivulets Read More
Unfortunately, this post is not yet available as a wipe-clean laminated checklist. Apologies, we’ve got our best people working on it, but read on anyway. Cardiff Market is still very much that- a daily working, seemingly random, clutch of stalls, where you can find everything from yarn to shoe polish, wigs to waistcoats, and charging Read More
There is an easygoing, lived-in feeling to The Little Bulgaria, this small cafĂ© on Queen’s Road. It’s the jar of lollipops on the counter, next to the wine rack. You see it in the cushions in the bold white, green and red bands of the Bulgarian tricolour. It’s the small rural scenes hanging on the Read More
So often, restaurants are where we make important memories. Several local places I’ve loved have changed hands recently, and it’s hard to walk back through those doors without the past tugging at your sleeve. Take the newly opened Qamariyah: when this was the city’s only Persian restaurant, Mowlana, it gave me my favourite memory of Read More
‘The Flora? Seriously? Are you sure? The…Flora..?’ Less than two years ago that was a common reaction, chiefly from Cardiff University graduates who knew the Cathays pub in their pomp. You couldn’t blame them, I suppose. Now, though? Things have changed. A new direction. It’s a decision which seems more and more inspired as the Read More
