My big, fat paramour loves food and would want a food blog to be about food. She said that a discussion of anything else would be ridiculous. Sometimes, I don't really care what she says. I like good service best, in a restaurant. My friend, Julio Baptista, likes large portions. My mother won't go back anywhere with bad toilets. Once, in France, she pulled the fringe of her scarf through the bottom of a men's urinal and nearly died from the dirtiness she felt. She hadn't realised and put the scarf back on and she got stranger's wee on her face.
People want different things from a restaurant. I focus here on a discussion of good/bad food and lavs and service and other, in Cambridge restaurants.