Thank you for finding your way over to this teeny, tiny corner of the web! You may have followed KellieBlogs previously but due to technical difficulties (you got me, I accidently deleted the entire previous blog whilst trying to upgrade 🙈), I’m having a fresh start! Not the most tech-savvy gal around, admittedly. So, what to expect, now I’ve stumped up the moolah for the fancy domain name? Well, lots more of the best – and worst! – cuisine and cocktails from our fine city and beyond!
As a memento, here’s a rough copy of the very first blog post, published around February last year.
We’ve all been there. Starving hungry and in the mood for a quick bite but looking around, we realize that we’re not in the best of neighborhoods. I’m talking fast food – pizzerias, chinese, kebab shops and your local chippy. I’m far from a food snob but if the place looks like it has more strains of salmonella than staff then we’re going to have a problem.
I find myself with a hankering for pizza on a street which has more shops boarded up than fully operational. I duck into the Caspian Pizza and quickly peek over the counter just to check for anything fishy. I was pleasantly surprised by the orderly row of clean, sharp knives and sparkling chopping boards – followed by instant suspicion. No fast food restaurant is as nicely laid out for no reason! I crane my head around the back into what actually resembles an empty, clean storage room. Hardly the den of bad hygiene I was envisioning and by now, I’m practically standing in their backroom . At this point, I become aware of the two bemused workers, most likely wondering what on earth I am doing.
I’m handed a menu and sit down, quietly impressed. If I wasn’t going to eat here before, I certainly am now. I’m further reassured by the sight of a third member of staff, who appeared from nowhere, sterilizing the already clean tables. I place my order, making casual pizza-y conversation with the man who appears to be the boss. All of the meat with a dash of sweetcorn, thank you very much. By now, there’s 5 members of staff in this empty pizza restaurant, all cleaning furiously. The boss man promises me a fantastic pizza – at the bargain price of £3.50, no less – as I watch a worker cleaning one of the ovens. This is when I stop and connect the dots. Have I somehow given these poor people the impression that I’m actually inspecting the place, rather than just distrustful by nature? Looking from worker to worker, it was pretty clear that somebody has said something. Should I tell them the truth? Well, yes but just how do you go about that, exactly? I did what I imagine we would all do in this situation. Waited patiently for my pizza, thanked them profusely and left without uttering another word.
I regaled the whole story to my best friend later on the phone that night, through mouthfuls of pizza and yes, it was utterly divine. We laughed – if only there was a way to justify sitting at home, eating food all day. I’m such a lover of food, the whole experience – whether it’s a cheeky burger after a night out with mates or getting dressed up for a little Italian place that you’d never be able to justify unless it was a special occasion. Well, you could always write a food blog…
It would appear that we have come a full circle. I’m neither a food critic nor a writer nor a cuisine expert in any kind of way. I’m barely a uni student, attending lectures on a whim and managing the occcasional 2:1 between shifts at my day job. My credentials are countless hours in front of Masterchef Professionals – I’m not entirely sure that my interest in Marcus is strictly culinary but there you have it. I love all kinds of meat and fruity cocktails and big portions and shiny things. I hate avocado on toast – why this is a thing when there is bacon in the world, I’ll never know. Is being an avocado devotee a requirement for all food bloggers or just the good ones? I’ll occasionally dig out my heels and go somewhere fancy when the budget allows. Or, more likely than not, when my partner realizes that our anniversary crept up on us and Groupon saves the day because we left it all to the last minute again. I can cook but only as far that I can make fairly tasty, basic meals that probably won’t poison anyone!
Yet, none of that matters. Why is that, you ask? Is it because I have that special spark, something that no other writer has? Nopeeeeee. No, it’s because I’ve come to a realization. I don’t need hundreds of people to read my blog. Hell, I don’t even need to be good at this. Just the thought that I’m going to have to go home and write something up – even something that nobody ever reads – is enough to stop me ordering steak with sweet potato fries for the third consecutive time whilst enjoying a meal out. It’s going to make me want to try that new place in town rather than nip in to my trusty fall-back restaurant.
I’ve become distracted with this and am now running super late to a party that starts in 17 minutes and I haven’t even jumped on the shower yet. I realize that I’ve made no attempt to describe myself in any real way but honestly, the proceeding sentence describes me far more accurately than any long-winded paragraph ever could.
And on that cheerful note – Bye!
Restaurant – Caspian Pizza, Stratford Road, Birmingham
Review – 8/10 – Would definitely recommend, just don’t give them a scare like I did!