Juno might well have been a cool urban cat. Born and raised in London, then transported by her servant to Cardiff. But she knew inner city living was shared with a variety of interesting characters. Borrowing from a Hollies song of the 1960’s… look through any window, and what do you see…
An energetic little thing getting some training in for the pet olympics, maybe…
Then tempting a dangerous eyeball to eyeball vibe…
With a ‘kiss my furry ass‘ touch of insolence…
Then, with topical timing, up steps one of the ‘calling birds’ of Christmas fame…
With a distant relative playing a poor game of hide and seek…
While the inexperienced youngsters are simply peering into dangerous places…
Looking beyond the immediate window, the 2025 brood are snacking outside the local dockside One Stop Shop. Hopefully, they dispose of their plastic rubbish after the hearty meal…
While the local heron just waits… and watches… for the next meal to swim by unexpectedly…
Until we speak again, Chez Juno remains a place of natural wonder deep in the heart of the city. But wait a minute… who’s this imposter?
Say what you want about the diminished size of the BritishArmedForces. But, here in Cardiff docks, the Senedd Cymru (WelshParliament) is ensuring its own security against foreign invasion in this increasingly uncertain world.
Until we speak again, a special thanks go to the Spanish Armadasurplusstores for the loan of Galeon Andalucia. What, you thought the British Navy had anything more viable? 🤔🤣
What do you do to celebrate a 40-year friendship to quell those fearful thoughts of “where the hell did that time go?” Perhaps by trying somewhere that’s not even 40 days old! The Sultan, down the docks, or Cardiff Bay as it’s corporately known these days, may provide that solution.
They seem to have discovered an interesting way of wooing customers in these early days. Free Turkishbread sets the tone, and while they seek a license to sell alcohol complementary glasses of house red and white wine are more than welcome.
Sampling the wine meant we didn’t hear the option of starters first, so we ended up with that Mediterranean meze experience of everything at the same time!
The friedhalloumiwithfigjam was perfectly textured. The babaganoush was perfectly balanced to allow the aubergine taste not to be overwhelmed. The Lokum was a perfect blend of slices of filletsteak andmashedpotato with a CafedeParis sauce… what a sublime dish it was to, topped off with redkapiapepper. As for the asparagus, it was perfectly crunchy. Such was the delightfully presented array of tasty temptations the VegPide ended up as a perfect doggy bag takeaway!
The freebies hadn’t finished either with a complementary glass of Turkishtea to help the digesting of a real treat of a meal.
Until we speak again, this was a meal 40 years in the waiting. Don’t copy us, go now while they are bookending your meal with the complementaries!
It’s the first weekend in July, so it must be time for a Cardiff Bay favourite…. the Cardiff International Food Festival (2023). The layout and lineup look very familiar and have been documented here before.
But, this time, I discovered it’s worth taking an early Sunday morning stroll before the festival opens up. Something ‘down the docks’ seems worth being aware of every weekend.
On the short pier that housed the Bosphoros Turkish restaurant many years ago, Coffee Co. has been quietly building an interesting presence in recent years. Now, I can add a recommendation for a hearty breakfast to accompany your cappuccino… while of course reading the Observer newspaper!
Until we speak again, a stroll back along the Dock feeder canal suggests the future is truly aromatic and crispy!
At least it was the 25th! A family Christmas shape shifts as the numbers change with time. My last family Christmas meal was four years ago, when five people sat around the table, but now it’s just two, as the tragic heartfelt losses mount up.
So, for my sister and I, that at least meant we could decide to check out an old favourite Cardiff restaurant, dispense with the usual Christmas Day paraphernalia, and even dispense with celebrating in December! Neither of us can trust many restaurants not to downgrade their great menu’s by replacing them with Christmas mediocrity throughout the month of December. So, whether that applies to the Bayside Brasserie or not we don’t know. What we do know, is that the same high quality experience is there for the savouring.
Whilst the menu prompted a majority of tempting memories, the power of asking for what you want was also easily accommodated by the staff. Previously, Pork Belly was a starter but now it only appears as a main. The old adage is… if you don’t ask you don’t get; so, asking for Pork Belly as a starter was not only agreed, but met with results to exceed expectations.
Perhaps it’s the sense of getting something that wasn’t there that makes it taste even better! But, though the Crispy Squid looked tempting, this Pork Belly was all mouth-watering meat with a crispy crackling covering… and that melt-in-the-mouth feeling just simply can’t be resisted.
Two or three plates of this starter alone would easily have sent me off with that satisfied feeling of a meal well-deserved… you really don’t have to be anointed as a saint to be deserving of such riches in life! But, there were other memories to be tested and satisfied, not least the vegetarians nightmare… Fillet Steak! A food that should only be allowed by law to be served with chips and peppercorn sauce. A little foliage and extra fungi provides fancy dressing for any pernickety critic.
Who needs dessert after such a meat feast? Yes, I know… the very question puts me top of the list of many of your for a cactus emema! But, for me, those glasses of a lovely Argentinian Malbec are dessert enough… but then again a properly prepared macchiato serves to bring a great early Christmas to a gentle close.
Until we speak again, have a great Christmas… whenever, wherever, and with whoever you choose to celebrate it. After all, for me and a longstanding reader of these lyrical meanderings, a great Christmas meal has even been enjoyed on a balmy night in June (for the record… Fillet Steak was also eaten there.. in Blackheath, south-east London). So, the gift of the cow is really a gift of great memories as well.
Going down the docks after dark just doesn’t seem to hold the same threat as it used to!
An autumn blend of colourful speculation, cultural reflection and historic reminiscence can provide a soothing balm for the mental health.
Even some of the more bizarre architectural oddities can assume a new persona… Cardiff Noir anyone!?
Until we speak again, a gentle nighttime stroll may even occasionally illuminate some of life’s mystery’s… like whether pedestrians and cyclists will ever see eye-to-eye.
Anybody seen anything resembling a strategy floating around? Particularly amidst the clear-as-mud-mess our Toryincompetents revel in serving up on a daily basis?
Our witless Government misinformationtrumpets like to spout lies and nonsense to the gullible masses about how they are confidently in control.
But, take a closer look at the detail clouded by the confused messages…
Is that the truth of stark reality we can sense hoving into sight? Surely even those previously blind to the shenanigans of our ‘Liar-in-Chief‘ at Number 10 might benefit from some closer scrutiny of what is before them?!
Until we speak again, my strategicadvice is to keep your eye on the prize!
As the coronavirus restrictions begin to lift we are all being confronted with difficult decisions…
Is the time right to get back to work? Are the kids back in school? Can I work from home still? Will the workplace be safe? Do I use public transport? Do I add to climate damaging emissions? Where do I buy lunch these days? Has anybody worked out what the furlough thing is all about? Do today’s job loss announcements include mine? Do I believe anything the lying bastards in Government say?
Sod it…
Until we speak again, there are two types of people in the post restriction world of Cardiff… those dealing with difficult questions, and those who just mess about on boats!
“I don’t like Mondays”, or so the song said. Well, it looks like the world over, that sentiment is playing out in an all too different way. Rush Hour anywhere is looking a little bit like the one experienced here in the centre of the capital city of Cardiff. Not too many people rushing to the heart of the administrative and leisure centre down at Cardiff Bay…
Perhaps they are all heading for the offices of the newly established Capital Quarter? Or, maybe not…
How about one of the seats of learning dotted around the centre of the city? Looks more like extended vacation time…
Shopping with an event and pre or post restaurant visit anyone? Perhaps not…
Until we speak again, the main message seems to be one of…