Living a few minutes walk from it, my main gripe with Brindleyplace remains its reliance on chain restaurants to please the masses. Of course there’s a few independents and small chains knocking about, but largely the busy square houses chains churning out boring, mediocre meals – usually with a permanent discount voucher attached to it….
There are few restaurants in Birmingham as beautiful as the two opened by Aktar Islam on Summer Row. With its glowing bar and unique natural aesthetic, Legna especially – to me at least – is stunning. Having initially stepped through the doors back in December, my return visit to this Italian restaurant In February was…
Most people go on some kind of ‘detox’ after Christmas – I personally hate dry January (and staying in for more than 2 days) so I’ve been quite busy already this month. I ran a poll over on my Instagram a few weeks ago to see whether or not you guys like these roundups –…
I vividly remember the day I booked a table at Purnell’s Bistro. It was the same day grown adults yelled at each other across the internet over a vegan sausage roll. Thankfully, by the time our dinner at this city centre bistro came around the gammons on Twitter had gone back to arguing about gender…
If you’re a fan of half-arsed bar food that has as much personality as the cheap tin trays it comes in, you’ll love Walkabout on Broad Street. I didn’t go to this bar with high hopes (in fact I had extremely low expectations considering it was a decision based on limited New Year’s Day choices…
As well as eating my own body weight in cheese and turkey over the festive break in Birmingham, I’ve also visited lots of local places for drinks and food. Instead of a weekly roundup I’m starting 2019 with a quick post about the independent highlights between Christmas and New Year. Laghi’s Deli (Five Ways) My…
I think I may have finally found the dream hangover lunch in Birmingham. I say that because upon my first visit to All Greek Streetfood I ate something I’ve not had in such similar form since an 18-30s holiday in Malia – a Greek souvlaki wrap stuffed with chips. The last time I ate such…
I was a total glutton last week, which is great for the food blog but probably pretty awful for my weight. Who needs a waist anyway…? This post includes a few places a little further afield, but I think once you see the grub you’ll forgive me. The Meat Shack, City Centre If you followed…
After a whirlwind tour of New York City in November, I wanted to show those that have been messaging me some of the highlights. We packed in a lot between a very cold Thursday and a weirdly warm Sunday last month. The trip was for my husband’s 40th birthday, so he got the most say…
Calling all meat fans: Brazilian bar and grill Fazenda has opened on Colmore Row – and it’s actually pretty good. The fifth restaurant in the UK under this brand to open, this is an all you can eat experience akin to Rodizio Rico at The Cube and the ill-fated Viva Brazil, which opened and closed…
My husband is obsessed with BoneHead. Come the weekend all he wants to do is eat fried chicken and learn to play his guitar; the former annoys me less. Having personally been a bit of a social butterfly of late, Ian had made several trips to the small John Bright Street restaurant without me. Every…
I go through fits and starts when it comes to chicken wings. Sometimes they’re all I can think about and other times I genuinely couldn’t give two hoots about them. Back in early August when Ian and I moved into our #CityCentreWankerPad we ate out a lot. And by ‘a lot’ I mean we were…
Moving house is absolutely awful. Like, I know people moan about it and it’s stressful for everyone, but good god it’s woeful. Packing and boxes everywhere, bruises that make no sense, anxiety about bills/keys/deposits… the list of fun is long. Despite a cock up with the removal men (or rather singular man) that made me…
Found within the ye olde walls of The Anchor, a new food concept is quietly bubbling away. Say hello to Digbeth Market Kitchen. First a little background colour. My first taste of Digbeth Market Kitchen in (unsurprisingly) Digbeth came about because of my dear friend Vicky. An absolute nut for whisky, the lady also known…