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Michelin Starred
SWISS, the world’s most refined and assiduous airline have put a Michelin chef to work on their catering. Thomas Patterson has the tedious task of sampling (and a light and a whistle for attracting attention). Ah, the inflight meal – is there anything more unappetising than the tinfoil-topped airline dinner, with its mystery meat served…
Here at Lusso we love to travel and we’re also rather fond of a good old road trip. The tried and tested formula of mixing a few of Italy’s finest and adding a preposterously impractical, but suitably rapid support vehicle has served us admirably thus far. Feeling suitably ambitious and ready for our next logical globe…
A City fish restaurant that specialises in honest food, clear-headed surroundings and transparent prices? It’ll never catch on!! I thang yew… I haven’t seen Wolf of Wall Street. I might get round to it, but don’t hold your breath. I’ve read the glowing reviews of Martin Scorsese’s three-hour love letter to Mamon. I’ve absorbed the…
Ashleigh Ralfe discovers it’s not all mountain climbing, brisk walking and hiking in the lush Swiss summers. Summer in the Alps has always been a foreign concept to me. Grassy mountains are something I have stereotypically associated with Julie Andrews, Heidi and her little mountain goats. For, I like to ski. And like a typical…
He’s got an OBE, he sounds straight out of The Pink Panther and he’s passionate… he’s also accident-prone and a great promoter, if not of himself and his various businesses, certainly of the art of knowing what’s best to go in your mouth. As Marco Pierre White said in White Heat of his mentor in his…
The Manchurian Candy Date. Or the Mancunian Candidate. Whichever pun takes your fancy, Bill Borrows had a very, very nice time at Kai in Mayfair, thank you. I am over-dressed. The jacket is bespoke but the shirt is only Thomas Pink. My dinner guest, a high-rolling gambler of international repute (his proudest boast: ‘I haven’t…
A cool white bed sheet is strung across a washing line. Across its surface, the sun-projected shadow of a man, still, waiting. In front of it, laid out across the bottom of the cinema frame, a lithe, tanned, nubile young woman, sunbathing – naked. In 1956, this was how Brigitte Bardot was introduced to the…
So many Michelin 3 star restaurants, and so little time to eat in them. You could just do it in one go. All you need is six months and £182,000 apparently. The ultimate foodies pilgrimage has just been created – a visit to every Michelin 3 star restaurant in the world (all 107 of them), spanning 12 countries across…
The greatest hotel in Paris. Enough said. Fa-Raon stalks the corridors of his palace, adored by heiresses, exotic beauties and well-groomed children alike. With such a vast abode, the aloof master of the house often goes unseen for days – not that folks worry of course, for he is the master of this kingdom and…
I’m in the mood for English countryside. It’s a lucky coincidence that the Cotswold-based Manor House Hotel has just been awarded five black stars in the AA Hotel ratings. Time to dust off the tweed flat cap and get up to some clodhopping capers in a rather splendid rural retreat. On the southern edge of…
