One: ‘Just because’ He hands me a paper cup of shaah cadays as I settle in. I haven’t ordered it- he has brought it ‘just because’- but this Somali spiced tea, chai’s close cousin, sweet and perfumed with cardamom- is just the thing on a dark, mizzly Cardiff evening. Perhaps I look like I needRead More
The cutlery at Harafs doesn’t have elegant lines and reassuring weight: it’s a jumble of odds and sods in a canteen style plastic tray. There’s no written menu either, and you’ll probably end up eating with your fingers- there’s a basin by the kitchen if that bothers you- and drinking your soup straight from theRead More