I used to love clubbing. During the late 90s my Saturday nights would involve house music, Hooch and big-box-little-boxing to Josh Wink.
Nowadays my Saturdays usually involve House of Cards, a glass of wine and trying to get my kids to stay in bed.
I wouldn’t go back to my clubbing days, but sometimes I do miss really letting loose on the dancefloor.
So when I saw the new Tramshred workouts at the Tramshed (see what they did there?!) in Grangetown, it looked right up my street.
Tramshred is a series of dance themed exercise classes, with a live DJ, followed by …….wait for it……..a prosecco brunch! Genius
My friend Nat and I arrived just before 11am on the Sunday wearing our best work-out gear. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for a gym session or a party! About 40 people were there, mainly women, in fact there were only two men taking part. Not sure why, but possibly the disparaging assumption that it was ‘just’ an aerobics class.
The session was actually quite challenging. Steve, the instructor, used boxercise-style high-impact exercises to encourage weight loss, muscle toning and cardio vascular endurance. Not a ‘grapevine’ in sight!
The live DJ pumped out amazing tunes while we punched, kicked and jumped (last week was drum & bass week. They also do dance and house week and 90s R&B which is next on my list). By far my favourite parts were when Steve encouraged us to ‘free-style’. It was hilarious bouncing around and raving in a nightclub on a Sunday morning. I loved it.
When we cooled down it was time to reward ourselves with a glass of prosecco in the Waiting Room, the bar at the Tramshed.
The bar also serves a brunch menu, so we ordered a couple of avo toasts (£5) and some coffees and spent a good couple of hours catching up. A lovely way to spend a Sunday. Although my legs were aching for days!
The next three Tramshred Class and a Glass sessions take place on 30 July, 6 August and 13 August.
Tickets are priced at £12.50 or £7.50 without the glass of fizz (but why wouldn’t you?) www.classandaglass.co.uk/tickets
Tramshed Cardiff, Clare Rd, Cardiff CF11 6QP.
I was given two free class and a glass tickets for Tramshed. I paid in full for my breakfast and coffee. This is an honest review. My legs are honestly still aching!
Thé Pot has been around a while but recently moved from its old spot on Crwys Road to its new premesis on Whitchurch Road, joining solid Cardiff offerings such as Got Beef, Society Standard, The Crispy Duck and the Discount Supermarket. (Incase you don’t already know it, it looks like a bog-standard corner shop. But if you love beers and lagers, you must pop in sometime. Prepare to be amazed at the selection). Anyway, Whitchurch Road is looking up isn’t it?! *Considers moving there immediately.*
On Thursdays Thé Pot does a special offer; ‘two courses and a glass of wine for £20’, so last Thursday I met two friends for a bite to eat and a catch-up.
I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from Thé Pot. I’d never eaten there before and always thought of it as more of a brunch or tea and cake place. I have no idea why. In reality it’s a cosy neighbourhood bistro serving classic French dishes such as moules marinière and boeuf bourguinon, with a few Welsh-influences (Welsh lamb rump for example) and a good selection of fish and vegetarian options too.
I started with the goats cheese and beetroot verrine, which was delicious and really delicately flavoured, the goats cheese didn’t overpower it at all. My only complaint is that there wasn’t enough bread to spread it on, I ended up scooping the last bits out and eating it directly off my knife!
For the main course I went for the very light and summery risotto with asparagus and peas. Just look at the gorgeous colours;
With a glass of wine, the whole thing cost just £20. Bargain.
Thé Pot is a lovely relaxed neighbourhood bistro, with delicious food, good service and great value for money. Recommended.
We paid in full for our meals at Thé Pot Bistro and the restaurant was not aware I’d be blogging about them.
When we’re looking for a rainy day activity for the kids, the National Museum is always one of the first on the list. There’s always something new to see, it’s free and it’s easy to get there, with a train station or plenty of parking nearby. Perfect.
We usually head straight to the Clore room to play with the bones and insects under the microscopes, or see what activities they’ve got going on. One school holiday they had a fab treasure hunt which took you around the museum and gallery, to parts of it I’ve never seen, to find different treasures, models and pieces of art.
Then, we tend to follow the Evolution of Wales circuit, taking in the dinosaurs, woolly mammoths etc.
If my eldest is feeling particularly cultured (and I can bribe him with the promise of sweets later) we’ll sometimes head upstairs for a quick peek at the art in the National Gallery. If I’m honest, he just likes laughing at the statues’ bare bottoms. Six-year-old boys, who’d have them?!
However, at the weekend we headed to the museum especially for the Dinosaur Babies exhibition.
The excitement started before we even got inside, thanks to the giant Dino footsteps on the front lawn, which the kids loved playing in before and after our visit.
It then gets even more exciting as you enter the exhibit, with a moving, roaring, motion-sensored dinosaur. If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll have seen my video. My one-year-old wasn’t sure what to make of that and made me carry her past! But she spent the rest of the visit running around and roaring at the Dino skeletons, so it didn’t seem to bother her too much.
The Dinosaur Babies hall focuses at looking at Dino eggs (I had no idea that different breeds of dinosaurs laid completely unique eggs) and Dino babies. There are lots of interactive exhibitions and information about the fossilised eggs that have been discovered, comparisons with different bird’s eggs, a huge replica dinosaur nest and loads more.
At the end of the hall the activities include Dino dress-up, play excavation sites, drawing and colouring and a magnetic puzzle board, which the one-year-old played with for ages while her elder brother played in the archeological dig.
As ever, we spent a huge amount of time in the gift shop *eye roll* but there are actually some good gifts available there and some small toys that won’t break the bank, including a pick and mix of 40p Dino figures.
Six-year-old J spent his saved-up pocket money on a hatching egg (£6) which is currently sat in a bowl of water, while we wait on tenterhooks to see which type of dinosaur emerges.
The exhibition as a whole has plenty to entertain all ages. Running after a toddler and a six-year-old meant I didn’t have much time for reading the displays though!
The Dinosaur Babies exhibition is on until November 2017. It costs £7 for adults, £3 for children and it’s free for children aged 3 and under.
While we were at the museum I heard a few parents grumbling about the cost and I’ve got to agree that £7 per adult does seem a bit steep. I don’t mind paying at all but I never understand why you have to pay so much more for grown-ups than kids, when really you’re just stood around watching them! I also think it’s prohibitive for families who perhaps can’t afford it. Surely those children should be able to access these resources too? Anyway that’s my rant over. Just make sure you’re aware that there’s an extra cost to see the exhibit. But it’s worth visiting and we had lots of fun.
We paid in full to enter the exhibition and the museum was not aware I’d be blogging about it.
Cafe Citta doesn’t look like much, it’s a tiny restaurant seating around 30 people located on Church Street, next to the old Berlins nightclub (remember the drinks roulette? More Barcardi Breezers than you could shake a stick at!).
I’ve eaten there a couple of times but G never has. I expect he was sick of hearing me go on about it, so we booked a table for my birthday meal last Saturday.
For starters we shared the Polenta Con Dolcelatte (£5) – slabs of corn maize topped with melted dolcelatte cheese.
For the main course I went for my favourite Linguine alla puttanesca with prawns (which I think was around £11) while G had the ricotta pizza (Again it was around the £10 mark) made fresh in their wood fired pizza at the open kitchen at the back of the restaurant.
It would’ve been a travesty not to go for dessert; a Tiramisu for me and an Affogato for G.
Cafe Citta is a proper family-run Italian. Don’t expect any airs or graces; staff are lovely and friendly, food absolutely delicious, decor cluttered and if you want to use the loo, you’ve got to go outside to the office next door! But this all adds to its charm.
For three courses each, a large glass of wine and a beer the bill was still only £45. Bargain.