It wasn’t long ago that a burger seemed so simple, a bit of beef or chicken, lettuce leaves sandwiched between a bun. Perhaps with a dollop of ketchup. Fast forward to now and burgers have become a bit of an expert field. You can tell the difference between a good and bad burger, and it’s… Read More Our top Bristol Burgers
The only time I’ve eaten Greek food is in Greece. It was on a family holiday to Halkidiki probably about 16 years ago now, where we visited the same restaurant nearly every evening. We had a greek salad to share with every meal and it was my first introduction to feta cheese. That was probably… Read More Opso, London
I remember back when I was younger, going bowling was THE birthday scene. We’d go for a bowl, then a slice of pizza at Pizza Hut. The main bowling alley used to be in Swindon Village but has since closed down – Cheltenham now has a swanky Hollywood Bowl, conveniently placed smack bang in the centre… Read More Hollywood Bowl, Cheltenham
I do love visiting and writing about gourmet restaurants, you know the ones; they almost create a piece of art with the food presented on the plate in front of you. You can’t help but be impressed but sometimes that patriotic craving for something a little more simple (but by no means any less tasty)… Read More Britain’s best fish and chips
James’ parents kindly bought us a steak cooking course for Christmas. I am a big fan of good steak but don’t make the effort to cook it much at home as I often get it wrong. The first problem is picking a bad piece of meat from the supermarket. You may already be setting yourself… Read More How to nail a good steak
Since working in Bristol, the name Atomic Burger has been bounded around by many colleagues. The toilets proved to be a highlight of many conversations (because of the nostalgic wallpaper). It’s been nearly three years since I first heard the name uttered so it was about time I went to see what all the fuss was about.… Read More Atomic Burger, Bristol
When I was younger, mum and dad would treat my brother, sister and I to fish and chips from the local chippy every Friday evening. It turned into a ritual and it wasn’t long before the owners knew our names. As we got older that ritual eventually came to an end but that didn’t mean… Read More Salt and Malt, plus a pub with kittens!