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Endstop: eight of the best things about Cardiff

29 Aug

The Vaults: Bute Street's desolate grandeur conceals Cardiff's best parties


Before I leave the subject of Cardiff behind, I’d been intending to run down the things I rated about the city before I moved away. I failed to do so, but if I went back I’d still love the following – all are (loosely) food and drink-related; all offer the maximum bangs per buck ratio that justifies their inclusion here:

  • Backroom Cardiff: I really regret not finding this earlier, cos I only got to go to two of these parties at the Vaults on Bute Street (where the finest buildings in the city sit decaying, as if to form an exclusion zone between Butetown and Cardiff Bay). Other promoters in Cardiff are doing ace things, some of whom I wrote about at the end of last year, but no-one else is booking DJs like Levon Vincent to play raves in a disused bank. Needless to say I didn’t eat here, but you can drink until 5am.
  • The Royal Oak: My former local, which I also didn’t spend as much time in as I should have done. A handsome, laid back old pub selling flat-as-fuck but tasty handpulled Brains – though it could do with a couple of other decent beers.
  • Chai Street: The final meal out I had in Cardiff, reviewed last time around.
  • Bar Cwtch: Nestling just shy of the sterile waste of space that is Mermaid Quay, entertainingly hit-and-miss cellar bar serving decent pizzas and very good cocktails (when they remember to have ice). Be warned: if more than 20 people are there you may have trouble getting to the bar.
  • Canteen on Clifton Street: the only place I went to eat at three times, reviewed on the first occasion. Not everything they make tastes amazing, but trying to cook imaginative veggie food from a small kitchen while also throwing a bone (sorry) to the carnivores deserves a tip of the hat.
  • Gwdihw: A venue masquerading as a cosy living room, and packing a decent range of beers considering the bar is only about six inches long. Hearty, well priced food and varied music are on offer too.
  • New York Deli: featured back in March, and juxtaposing the city centre’s prettiest arcade with the meat-packing, chilli dripping delight that is the Cardiff Devils Hoagie. Next time I’m in town, I’ll be there.
  • Inner City Pickle: One-woman cottage industry aka Eira Ellis-Evans, collecting, cooking and distributing Cardiff’s finest preserves via her Adamsdown kitchen.

New York Deli, High Street Arcade: a heartwarming tale

20 Mar

So I meet a friend, Tom, who’s unexpectedly been in town for the Six Nations, in Cardiff city centre. It’s Sunday afternoon, he’s been for a run and wants to go get a cheap bite before catching the train back to Sheffield.

Despite claiming to writing a blog about exploring the city for its best budget eats, I’m too hungry and scatty to think of anywhere good as there are just too many food outlets all around us, most of which will probably be overpriced and disappointing.

At that moment, my mate Sian approaches and helpfully points us in the direction of the New York Deli in High Street Arcade, which is a fairly standard take-out joint inside but has some nice old benches where you can sit out front. Both Tom and I are salt beef lovers, and are overjoyed to find this place sells the stuff by the yard.

I order a pretty damn gorgeous bagel also containing cream cheese, horseradish and gherkins. He opts for a massive hoagie that is too heavy to pick up with one hand. I spend £3.70; Tom drops about a pound more than that. We go our separate ways stuffed and super happy.

The End.

 

Cardiff Devils hoagie: far larger & tastier than an iPhone

Yes, more salt beef