With all the antics of the KingofDumbfuckistan in Washington DC, supported by his MentalAgility’sGoneAway(MAGA) movement, my regular visits to NOLA simply had to stop. So, it was to my great delight on a current trip to (proper) York that I find NOLA has come to me…
With an upstairs restaurant and occasional downstairs jazz venue, the New Orleans essence is there to be fully experienced.
On the menu, right out of Louisiana, we have Jambalaya, Gumbo, CajunMonkfish, and CreoleDirtyRice…
Creole BriocheBreadPudding can only be accompanied by the classic Sazerac cocktail…
And yes, a few jazz classics sublimely finish off the perfect vibe…
Until we speak again, the only let down comes when you leave the venue, luxuriating in the many wonderful New Orleans memories… to step into a cold damp January UK night.
City centres invariably have to cater for the masses. If it’s gems you’re looking for, then head to where the discerning people go… the leafy suburbs.
Even though I’ve known it in my head, it’s taken quite some time for me to venture into the quiet Victorian terraced streets of Pontcanna in my home city of Cardiff. Home to at least three of the city’s finest dining establishments.
If it’s useful boxes, you need to be ticking, then ThomasbyTom Simmons will probably fill your page. A restaurant developed by a proud Welshman, tick. Quiet and leafy surroundings, tick.
A menu focused on quality rather than quality (with a tilt towards excellent Welsh produce), tick.
Tasty beeftartar starter with flavoursome bread and olives, tick.
Sumptuous BeefFillet and a delicate LambChop, tick.
A Spanishwine from the Ribera del Duero estates to simply die for, tick.
Finished off with a smooth Penderyn Welsh Whisky, tick.
Until we speak again, don’t tell the masses, but Pontcanna has more than this hiddentreaure to be luring discerning folk into the quiet backstreets.
So the cliche goes… but for a good reason. Regulars here will know I like a short and focused menu when enjoying a good restaurant. Buenos Aires Argentine Steakhouse in Chiswick, west London hits the spot perfectly.
I’m not counting, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they had more Malbec red wines than starters or mains (but not combined)…
However, what they also have are some fabulous PadronPeppers (with Malbecsalt, of course); nicely continuing my Padron PeppersWorldTour following a recent revisit to Alegoria restaurant in Barcelona!
And, the most perfectly succulent mediumrareFilletSteak, I just had to add the Patagonia Malbec Reserve for a simply magical Sunday afternoon meal.
The chunkychips and peppercornsauce just added to the shear culinary delights.
Until we speak again, move over Gaucho, there’s a new Argentina favourite on the block.
It’s difficult to address the subject of Krakow without a mention of AuschwitzBirkenau…
Or even the WieliczkaSaltMines…
But an abiding memory of my recent visit is of Kazimierz… the vibrant Jewishquarter before everyone was either murdered or herded into the smaller neighbouring Podgorzeghetto. All that remains of the ghetto walls is the tombstone-like section in Podgorze…
As for Kazimierz, it’s now once again a thriving area of young people and tourists enjoying cafes, restaurants, and music venues.
However, many signs of its Jewishhistory haunt the atmospheric streets…
As for eating, the choice is abundant. My recommendation goes for some traditional fine Polishcuisine at Zalewajka. The porkknuckleterrine, potatocakeswithwildboargoulash, and house Polishredwine provided a fine feast to mark my visit.
Until we speak again, Kazimierz offers a warm welcome… but don’t forget an umbrella!
Why go to Cairo when you can have lunch Egyptian style in Chiswick? There may be many good reasons, but it’s not likely to be a relaxation-driven decision.
I hadn’t intended an Egyptian interlude to my day in west London. It just imposed itself in the moment. Alaz looked inviting, and the quick glance at online reviews drew me in.
Juno would no doubt have been disgusted by my meat-free choice of meal. But the traditional Egyptian dish of Koshari was too tempting to pass by for the ubiquitous Mediterranean & Middle Easternlambkofte or chicken dish.
What’s more, my choice of cafe/restaurant came without alcohol, with a Mint & Lemonjuice providing such a refreshing option.
Who knew that a combination of rice, pasta, chickpeas, onion, and assorteda.n.other’s would be so tasty? Well, vegetarians and vegans, I guess… if they could summon up the strength to say!
Until we speak again, Egypt would be a great destination, I’m sure. But if you happen to be anywhere near west London… Alaz is a great (and cheaper) alternative. Just don’t let the ghost of Juno catch you dabbling in meat-free stupidity.
Travel anywhere in the world, and two of the most likely visions you’ll encounter will be an Irishpub and an Italianrestaurant.
I originally developed my taste for Guinness in London back in the 1980’s, mainly because the locals preferred their beer flat and uninspiring. As with excellent coffee, so it is with good beer, it’s all in the quality of the foam/head!
As 2025 has necessitated my regular return to London, I’ve had an unexpected opportunity to experience a little of what Italy has bequeathed to the old city.
First impressions may seem a little comical. Spend a few minutes in Little Venice. But please don’t think of it as an introduction to the real thing… if you’re dreaming of a mini version of Venetian wonder, this is decaf in its most underwhelming form. Romance has definitely left the building in this strictly gondola-free zone.
However, you don’t need to stray far in any area of the city to find authentic Italian influences.
If you happen to be out far west in Uxbridge, you’ve probably taken a wrong turn out of Heathrow! But never fear, NonnaRosa will provide good sustenance while you recalibrate your bearings.
Finding yourself in the City of London, why not call in on Eataly at Liverpool StreetStation for a choice of Italian restaurants and a high-class Italian deli all under one roof. A quatrostagione with a rich glass of Valpolicella should be an ideal interruption to your travels.
But to top it all, I couldn’t resist a trip down memory lane… or strada dei ricordi for my Roman conquerors. It’s the east end of London, it’s Wapping, and it’s my first return to Il Bordello in 20 years. A truly perfect way of repurposing an old Thamesside bonded warehouse. This was a favourite Italian restaurant of mine at the time, and I can even report that a few of the same waiters in burgundy waistcoats are still there!
Until we speak again, if you find yourself in Londinium, it’s not too difficult to experience authentic buonappetito. Just be prepared to give those chains a miss and instead search out and support the independents.
History, culture, atmosphere, the home of the Renaissance… Florence has it all in abundance…
Who’d have thought it was the place to devour a whole cow as well? From the stomach as a burger from a hole in the wall…
To a high-end experience of a slow cooked cheek…
Then there is the quintessential Florentine Steak. Brought to your table prior to cooking. All that’s missing was a name… let’s call her Daisy for polite dining…
Until we speak again, go to Florence and be drawn into an atmosphericexperience and a feast of consumption…
Eating out is always a treat to be savoured. But just occasionally, it’s raised to another level when you get to ponder the question… they did what?
Restaurante Lebeche in Santa Cruz (Tenerife) is definitely one of those moments.
Arriving there a few minutes before opening already provided me with that rare few moments of being in my own private restaurant. I was greeted by name, from the reservation made earlier, and briefly enjoyed being outnumbered by the attentive staff.
My appetite dictated that I was going to eat light this evening. The Prawn Carpaccio may resemble a contemporary art installation, but it also provided the ideal starter of a delicate mix of flavours.
I was thinking salad as a main course. However, a combination of tomato, watermelon, icecream, and a topping of pistachio certainly wasn’t what I was thinking. Ensalada Lebeche is quite something to behold… a dish that asks you to double-check that you’re still on planetEarth. Other worldly definitely describes this dish… in a very good way.
Now, I’m not one who usually indulges in the desert end of the menu. That local white wine needs my full attention. But I’d seen from previous reviews that this place does something original in its presentation of Tiramisu. Eating light has the advantage of leaving space for the unexpected. And was this Tiramisu unexpected…
Yes, your eyes are not deceiving you… the gorgeously balanced dish arrived in a cafetiere!
Until we speak again, it’s nice to identify a wonderful restaurant while gazing down on the street below from your private sun terrace…
I wonder what you were thinking when you read this blog post title… well, sorry to disappoint 😞 I’m sure saucytimes are to be had in Cardiff, and I……. no, I think I’ll get back to the actual subject of the post.
I’m talking eggyolk, doublecream, mushroom, bluecheese, parsley, blackpepper, and parmesan. Add some chicken and a pasta of your choice (penne does it for me), and you have CardiffSauce, a carbonara dish that defies most peoples preconceptions of Cardiff cuisine.
Chipsandricewithcurrysauce are so Caroline Street at midnight after a session on the falling down juice. For those in the know, with time and cash to be a little more discerning in culinary tastes, a treat awaits a mere 200 yards away from the world renowned Chippy Alley.
Ciliegino is a small independent Italian restaurant that quietly goes about its business in the city centre. In my albeit highly biased opinion, it has one major setback… it’s located in the heart of shopping mall foodcourt terrain. A place where chain restaurants thrive at churning out consistent mediocrity.
So, I can happily report at being amazed by the fresh quality of an antipastoduo starter…
The sparse wine list even managed to offer a Puglia gem of an Italianredwine…
Until we speak again, saucytimes in Cardiff have taken on a broader outlook, and the Beeflasagne was a homemade treat as well…
No, this post isn’t going to be about a historic event… or even a memorable holiday trip. This is one of those moments when you realise you’ve been occasionally walking past a culinary gem in a Cardiff city centre arcade for five years. Then, a random look at Google maps reviews brings the shocking truth about what you’ve been missing. It’s 11.30am on a Thursday morning as you realise there is only one place lunch is going to happen… it’s time to visit Hanoi 1991 in Cardiff’s enchanting Royal Arcade.
As with so many gems the menu is pleasingly short… as displayed near the entrance and above the counter. This is Hanoi street food authentically presented and deliciously flavoured.
Grilled Pork ‘Banh My’ with a Vietnamese Egg Coffee… was the choice for a fist visit. But in no more than 48 hours I was drawn back to try the equally appetising Lemongrass Beef ‘Banh My‘.
Until we speak again, I’ll just have to stay mesmerised by that VietnameseEggCoffee! If you think a cappuccino style presentation coffee with deep foam made of egg yolk, milk and sugar sounds like a strange combination you would be technically correct. But, one taste and you suddenly know your coffee has just doubled up as your dessert. This was the real reason for returning a second time within 48 hours. The third visit will not be too far away.
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