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How long have I had ties to Grangetown? A while now. It has been four years plus that I’ve been banging the drum for eating here, but it goes way back. Longer than I thought: long enough, apparently, to have my dinner this week cooked by someone I taught in primary school. I almost feel Read More
It’s Thursday afternoon and a World Cup qualifier: in a few hours Welsh hearts will be broken in the cruellest fashion, but surely that’s to be expected if you have to play both Bosnia and Herzegovina, goes the old gag. Hardly seems fair, does it, little old Wales taking on two at once, but it Read More
No, this isn’t a Chinese restaurant-only blog, though it It probably feels like it recently. This one makes it three in a row: a few visits to the ultimately underwhelming Fresh Feast, before BBQ Xiang‘s siu mei roast meats on Caroline Street restored my faith. Now, we head downstairs to a Churchill Way basement for Read More
There is an easygoing, lived-in feeling to The Little Bulgaria, this small café 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

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
