Reviews
Solidarity eh…
**Climbs out from under rock, rubs eyes, fires up WordPress** Solidarity eh. I had always thought solidarity was a trendy European T-Shirt, poster and badge label from the 1980s run by a man with a dodgy moustache and funny name who was friends with the Pope. Turns out that its not that. It's not that [...]
Aces…
The worst thing about taking time off is the revenge schedule you get when you go back to work. I was off work for five days and for that I was stiffed with seven in a row including more splits than a ballet class and more doubles than United. So there was no question about [...]
Lunch at Coco…
Little Miss Manuel and I ventured forth on WDF'S fifth birthday to Coco on Belfast's Linenhall Street. This is what we had... bread tapenade and oils... fritto misto rocket, curry mayonnaise and lemon vinaigrette pan fried scallops with cauliflower purée, Clonakilty black pudding and port reduction (pretty as a picture) honey roast pork belly with [...]
Lunch at Bar&Grill at James St. South (Photos)
It was superb...
Il Pirata – Review
So Il Pirata then. My nearly forty years shuffling about on this mortal coil, 22 of them spent in the service of the demanding and hungry, have left me a cynical, jaded husk of human being. I find myself more at home to misanthropic outlooks than rainbows and love nothing more than wallowing in a [...]
Gluttony – A Story in Five Tasty Parts…
Ah is there anything more lovely than a week off work and with it a chance to escape the passive aggression, poorly contained animosity, swearing, plate throwing, huffing, back stabbing and generally moodiness that comes from working in a restaurant? I think not. My Waiter Chums must have had a delightful week in my absence. [...]
The Bar & Grill at James St. South – Review.
If there is one thing that people in this city agree about, and they agree about very bloody little, it's that they all love steak, vegetarians aside, obviously. Now whilst almost every restaurant serves steak there are few if any good steak houses in this town. This has always puzzled me. Tony Roma's obviously doesn't [...]
My lunch was considerably better than your lunch – Home Pop-Up
There is nothing quite like a day off with no plans save for lunch and the purchasing of the new iPhone 4s, the s stands for suck it bitches. Little Miss Manuel decided she'd rather stay at work than meet me for lunch so whoop whoop, table for one. I really do believe a lunch [...]
Proper Pie – The Parson’s Nose Hillsborough
The sign on the wall of Hillsborough's The Parson's Nose reads, "Honest Food & Ales". They don't lie. Which is nice. The food is honest. I can't speak as to the righteousness of the ales, it was half twelve on a Monday afternoon and you would have had to force feed me ale in the [...]
Smoke, Blindfolds & An Army of Manuels? That’ll be Pop-Up Belfast…!
Almost every post I write on WDF is an account of an experience unique to me and maybe a few other people - the protagonist (usually of some sort of ego trip), me (guaranteed to be on an ego trip) my waiter chums, the valiant cooker jockeys in the kitchen and various level of management. [...]
Lashings of Loveliness – Lunch at The Potted Hen
There are few things that can liven up a dreary, wet one minute - hot and sunny the next, Bank Holiday Monday. Sure a nice bit of robot shopping can life the spirits of the robot obsessed individual (I identify with their mechanical methods if not their pledge never to harm a human) but it [...]
Beef as thick as your thumb is tall – Sunday lunch at Cayenne.
Sometimes you know before you have even been seated that you are in for a treat. There are indicators, happy smiley guests all round. Maybe a stolen glimpse of some food as it swishes past. But for me, a waiter, it was the sight of at least four other waiters and a manager from other [...]
