20/10/2025
Gaff:
Occasion: Windmilling in Whitchurch
Cast: Cdog, dog, Ri and hot Rhod.
Butt. Went to Sôs. Second time on the head in a month. Feel spesh. Was spesh. Located in Alex’s Gooch, Whitchurch, you’ll find and .meredith carving up a breath of fresh in South Wales seasonal dining.
Greeted with beaming bloody smiles, and jams, so many of um, you know you’re in for a treat like. All things psychedelic, blues, jazz, disco and 90s hip hop. A bloody change from elevator music. I personally wanna eat my food while mesmerically two steppin under the flat top.
The menu is changing, but not like an ex, more like a Chris Jericho. Someone who can consistently alters their gimmick and can get over like the last. I hope you know wrestling references. Both times I’ve ate here I’ve left wanting to share the experience with someone else like. And that’s where I’ll start.
Each item on the menu got a story, man. I got time for that n all, because there’s a contrast between what you see written down (minimal), to what you hear from the chef’s mouth. Beetroot bathing in herbal teas, Sinidun hill cheese, the process of smoking the crème fraiche, Rhod’s love for preserved lemons, and how they were added in the crab sauce. A pickled walnut sauce (that was paired with the pork belly) that made the menu off the fact they both loved it. Butt, there was lots.
They are gonna be ripping in Alex Gooch Whitchurch for the next couple of months. Book a bloody table.
