Untitled-1 I wasn’t altogether convinced this was worth jotting down. Snippets at best, I thought. But I thought a little more. Then I looked at the pictures and realised that whilst just bits and bobs here and there they would make a nice collective mop-up of what remained of my weekend in Bristol. Frankly, I’m only a short on pictures for some because, blog or no blog, eating took precedence so that tells me they’re worth talking about. Never one to skimp on the pre-destination foodie research, St. Nicholas market was high, high on the agenda. In fact, when asked what I wanted to do in Bristol, it was about my only stipulation. We go to the food market, full stop… Known locally as St. Nick’s, this sprawling labyrinth of local traders is as historic as it is bustling. The spine of the market, the vibrant Glass Arcade is alive with smells of all manor of diverse dishes. Flanking either side, more permanent vendors sell beautiful handcrafted jewellery, crafts and, to my delight, there was a great old fashioned sweet shop. Eat a Pitta has built quite a reputation for itself, helped, I would imagine, by the notoriety offered post mention in The Guardian top cheap eats in Bristol. We decided to put the recommendation to the test and shared a boxed falafel between two. The bright salads and pickles would be enough to grab your attention, Guardian review or no, and the hearty portion size (6 falafel plus salads) coming in at a reasonable £5 with a drink is not to be sniffed at. Imagine a tasty falafel with all the trimmings and then imagine it a little bit better and you’ve got Eat a Pitta. The falafel was piping hot and flavoursome and the salads generally excellent. The hummus maybe was the weak link but all in all you’re in for a satisfying lunch. DSC_0247 I’m sad to say, we actually had to give the darling cake stall that sits to the right of Eat a Pitta a miss. If you’ve read my other Bristol posts you’ll know we didn’t hold back with the sweet treats and this would have been a step just that bit too far. That said, the exquisitely arranged wares of Ahh Toots Bakery looked stunning and were I to revisit I would definitely make a beeline for this stall before I ran out of space. PSX_20150328_111147 The last place I couldn’t miss off was Raj, an underground Indian on King’s Street. This is where I drop in a few caveats for anyone familiar with Bristol and dubious as to quite why I’m mentioning Raj. From the outside, first appearances may be underwhelming. It’s nestled in a part of tow surrounded by rustic taverns full of character and upon descending the stairs covered in threadbare and grubby carpet, I wouldn’t be surprised if you doubted your choice. I certainly paused for thought. This is where you need to ignore your instincts and dive on in. The food was fabulous. Not showy, or glamorous but interesting and enjoyable Indian dishes. Some very familiar names but treated with respect and authenticity. On that note, anyone with a dislike for spice, beware. You should absolutely take heed of their chilli ratings! The restaurant was full at 10pm. That speaks volumes as far as I’m concerned. Untitled-2

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