Three days in the Swansea Kardomah, by Isaac Rangaswami
"But laverbread isn’t bread at all. It’s mushy, sludgy and coal-black. It tastes like the sea smells, as if samphire married boiled spinach"
Love this description!
Great piece. I lived in West Wales for a year and on every pub menu for miles around would be gammon and chips with a fried egg for an extra quid.
One of the guys I worked with would only eat gammon and chips when he was forced by his partner to eat out. If it wasn't on the menu, he wouldn't go. I always loved it with a slice of tinned pineapple.
I go to Manchester every weekend, and I have passed that spot! I need to look out for it when I next go past!
Brilliant piece that makes me nostalgic for “the graveyard of ambition”.