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…
It’s that time again, when we all rediscover our patriotism for a few weeks and start singing Three Lions with more enthusiasm than Russia’s department of poisoning. Yes, the World Cup 2018 is upon us, with the first England match kicking off tomorrow. I don’t claim to be any kind of a football expert, but…
The Distillery is an awesome lunch spot on the canal. Hardly anyone seems to know about it either, which, on a selfish level, makes my inner only child quite happy. My love for The Distillery started when we found it one sunny afternoon, after moaning about where I live. I don’t really like residing in…
I only meant to pop in for a quick pre-cinema pint, the first time I visited The Bull’s Head. Things didn’t really go to plan and I left 4 hours later full of posh gin and 30 (or so) quid lighter. Story of my life, that. Since that soaking wet winter night, The Husband and…
Before flying off to Rome for my birthday (sorry not sorry) I had a gorgeous lunch at El Borracho de Oro with some friends and family. The Edgbaston restaurant is somewhere I’ve enjoyed tapas before, and more recently I scoffed a lot of owner Emma’s grub at 1000 Trades, where she had a successful pop…
“Gourmet fried chicken” is now a thing in Birmingham, thanks to Bonehead. Sharing the same part of John Bright Street as Cherry Reds, everyone’s been losing their marbles over Bonehead’s opening since Santa pranced off back to Lapland. When it opened it was packed out for a month or so, and I heard mixed reviews….
You know your fella knows you well when, instead of flowers, he surprises you with tickets to the Independent Birmingham Festival for a day of eating. Set up within The Bond in Digbeth, the Independent Birmingham Festival celebrated all that is brilliant when it comes to Brum’s indi scene. I bang on relentlessly about my…
I finally paid a visit to Tonkotsu in Selfridges after seeing some Instagram posts that made me hungry a few months ago. Located in the food hall, in spite of the pretty imagery truth be told I didn’t have particularly high expectations. After all, it’s just noodle soup isn’t it? No, no it isn’t. Tonkotsu…
Rola Wala has replaced Izza Pizza in the Selfridges food court, and I’ve been down to try its Indian street food offerings. To be honest, I rolled my eyes a bit when I heard yet another Indian street food venue was opening. It’s not that I don’t like them (I would happily eat dosa on…
You know Original Patty Men serve up some decent burgers at the weekend, but did you know they’re now open midweek and knocking out some pretty epic chicken wings? I got wind of Wings Wednesday through a combination of Twitter posts and my pal Chris (otherwise known as The Fat Foodie) who lives for fried…
I’m always keeping my eyes peeled for the best chicken wings I can find, and I’ve eaten enough now to share some of my favourites. The seven places below are offering some of the best chicken wings in Birmingham city centre, in my opinion. From crispy fried wings dipped in blue cheese to grilled whole…
Bodega has changed its menu, and I’m not a fan. Yup, you heard me. My love affair with Bodega has come to an end. A crashing, disappointing end. As anyone who regularly reads this blog will know, I’ve been a long standing fan of this Bitters n Twisted venue. I’ve championed it and defended it…
I have a longstanding love affair with Asian cuisine and more specifically Thai food; this stems from my university days in Leicester. I had naff all money to my name at 19 – largely due to a fondness for snakebite and Lambert & Butler – but whatever I could rustle up from my part time…