Berry. Hollywood. Perkins. Other one whose name I can’t spell. Crème Pat. Bin related tantrums. It can only mean one thing: Great British Bake Off is back…
Now, as a 30-something straight man with all the baking ability of a …
Best of the fest
Festival season. A chance to revel in the sights, sounds and unholy stench of your fellow man, catch a few bands and overload your system with a variety of mind-altering substances.
But, alas, since entering the crushing ball-ache of middle-aged …
Time Gentlemen Please
The great British local. That pub within walking distance of home where the barman knows what you want before you do, and everyone knows your name except that weird drunk guy who never, ever leaves.
The default location for the …
Craft Work(s)
“You won’t catch me drinking that Craft beer. Wanky, overpriced rubbish. Give me a pint of proper beer any d… oh… it tastes quite nice actually. *takes another sip* that‘s really, really good… I might have …
The Italian Job
Cardiff in the summertime is one of the best places on the planet. There are times when you’re safely installed in the beer garden of your choice (probably The Cricketers), strolling through Bute Park with an ice cream or …
Dancing in the Street(food)
Picture this: a dusty, windswept wasteland. Bizarre custom built vehicles. Feral children roaming wild. Strong female characters. No, it’s not Fury Road, it’s Cardiff Street Food Circus.
Or rather it was, because unfortunately it ended on Sunday. Yes, that does …
Burger Off
If you’re not sitting down, you probably should.
If you are sitting, I’d recommend you adopt the brace position for an emergency water landing as pictured on an airline safety card.
See the thing is, I never thought I’d say …
The pursuit of hoppyness
Everyone should visit a beer festival at some point in their life.
Now, you may be thinking that they’re full of potbellied middle-aged men with unkempt beards and leather waistcoats downing suspiciously coloured pints of dubiously-titled-tipples like Bishop’s Finger and …
As seen on TV
I have a very complex relationship with Jamie Oliver.
I love his food. 15 Minute Meals is currently my go-to recipe book when I can’t be bothered to look anywhere else, and you have to admire anyone who single-handedly took …
Acceptable in the 80s (and 90s)
When I was growing up during the 80s and 90s, the world of food was a very different place.
Things we take for granted now like sushi and hummus were the preserve of Hollywood movie stars, and vegetables other than …
Last week in the battle of Man Vs Food, food won.
In an amazing display of overconfidence and disregard for my physical well-being, I took on The North Star’s Man Vs Food challenge last week.
I’m stupid, but I’m not suicidal, so I didn’t go for the Dead Budgie Hot Wings…