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Perhaps this is less a review than a reminder. After all, Bar 44’s reputation is increasingly well known across Britain, let alone Cardiff, so unless you’ve been living in a bunker (or Bridgend) you probably already know. We are here for the new lunch deal, which runs on Thursday and Friday in Westgate St, and Read More
I once stood in a car park waiting for friends from Bristol to join me at The Humble Onion. On a dark mizzly Thursday night, I watched them walk past the turn a couple of times. It was an apt image for Antonio Simone’s cooking: simultaneously good enough to merit the best part of a Read More
A letting agency with Mandarin signage, Long Fang bakery, CKJ’s busy shelves: there’s a theme developing on this stretch of Woodville Road. The newly-opened Jianghu is seconds from Zi’s Cafe and just round the corner from So Good, with which it has much in common. The former Irie Shack (the bathroom doors are still labelled Read More
There’s only one main dish, complains the passerby, peering at the menu and walking away. Well, fair play to him. He’s grasped the essence of Maison de Boeuf. Welcome to one of Cardiff’s smallest menus, though nothing beats the pared-back ‘chicken, lamb or nothing’ minimalism of The South Kitchen. Maison de Boeuf is built around Read More
Here’s the idea: all independents, enough for a week’s worth; all with ‘proper meal’ set lunch deals at a range of prices. All tried and tested, of course. (And a bonus couple, because I live to give). Crucially, all are open every weekday. Which means, of course, that you can rotate to your heart’s- and Read More
I’ll always have a soft spot for Charles St. I had one of the most romantic meals of my life there, one of those unplanned post-gig late-night styrofoam boxes of noodles under a starry sky, where she nestles her head into your chest and softly sighs and you’re both stupidly, uncomplicatedly happy as possibilities bloom. 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