Some menus just pull you right in, the words swimming sharply into bold type even as they whisper sweet nothings to your appetite. Hush, my sweet. Have no fear. You’re in safe hands. On a damp autumnal evening, there’s a lovely seasonal feel to the menu at Milkwood. French influences are writ large; boudin blanc and terrine are familiar, Read More
In a case of untypically happy timing, we visited Hare and Hounds the evening before their brand new Michelin ‘Bib Gourmand’ was announced. I’d love to be able to claim some connection, however spurious, because Hare and Hounds deserves every plaudit it receives- including, just recently, mention in the Sunday Times as a ‘gastro-temple’. Don’t Read More
Simon Pegg’s hapless Shaun may famously have retreated to The Winchester when things took a decided turn for the worse, but when the zombie apocalypse finally happens, I’ll be holed up at The Hardwick. A shotgun (there must be plenty round these parts) for protection and Stephen Terry’s food to comfort and sustain, and I’ll Read More
A couple of weeks on from my meal at Gemelli, and I still can’t make up my mind about the place. Take this, for example. The formally-clad waiters arrive in a pair. Working deftly, silently, one clears space for the amuse-bouches to arrive. The other recently places a tree of gleaming filigree with two small Read More
There was a time, and it doesn’t feel so very long ago, when Cardiff was a craft beer desert. City-wide, It Was Brains You Wanted; and even if you didn’t, alternatives were usually uninspiring. Now, of course, everyone knows their Cloudwater from Carling and Beavertown from their Bud, and we all bore on about our Read More
Open since summer 2016, Oxwich Bay’s The Beach House has enviably illustrious antecedents as part of the Grove (Narberth) and Coast (Saundersfoot) Head Chef Hywel Griffith, formerly of Ynyshir Hall and Paul Heathcote’s Longridge, heads up a small team of warm and welcoming staff. A series of guest chef evenings and collaborative events with the 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.