Bao? Wow!
On February 2, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanYes, I know I don’t post much home cooking stuff on this thing. And yes, I’m conscious of the fact the pun in the title filches the name of the now-closed place on Baldwin St in Bristol. But I’ve been borderline obsessed with gua bao since meeting them at KERB in 2013- specifically, the tiny-but-punching-way-above-its-weight
Chai St, Canton, Cardiff
On January 26, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanLike a phoenix from the ashes… Chai Street in its original incarnation was a bold move. A new concept, an intriguing new direction for the trailblazing Mint and Mustard under Anand George. It quickly became a firm favourite with many, but things changed and the decision was taken to expand Mint and Mustard into Chai
La’Shish, City Road, Cardiff
On January 18, 2015 by The Plate Licked Clean‘Fusion’ is still a thing, isn’t it? I ask only because there have been a few sightings locally of unlikely culinary marriages, of cuisines you wouldn’t normally associate. The most intriguing of these is a recent opening in Splott, with its head-spinning offer of Hungarian, Indian and peri-peri chicken all across the same threshold. Perhaps
Pitch Bar & Eatery, Mill Lane, Cardiff
On January 4, 2015 by The Plate Licked CleanWe should give ourselves cool names. Burger Buccaneers, perhaps. Patty Pioneers. Fry Fiends… OH JUST GET ON WITH IT. Another new opening; another quarry to hunt down. The slogan ‘Handmade with Heart’ is always going to tickle your underbelly. A sought-after location, this- nestled between Mocka and Soda at the St Mary’s St end of
Spit & Sawdust burgers, Rhymney River Bridge Road, Cardiff
On December 15, 2014 by The Plate Licked CleanIf I remember my history- and I rather think I have- Oscar Wilde was father to 114 illegitimate children, world heavyweight boxing champion, and author of the best-selling pamphlet, ‘Why I Like To Do It With Girls‘. What history has forgotten, though, is his way with a quip. A pithy turn of phrase. An aphorism,
The Beefy Boys: the best burger you’ve never tasted?
On November 9, 2014 by The Plate Licked CleanHereford has always loomed large in my memory. It was here we went when I was -what? seven?- to stay at a house belonging to friends of the family. Or their parents, anyway. ‘House’ doesn’t really do it justice, though: it had its own stretch of river, its own tennis courts, even its own croquet
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