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Our Yankee interloper drops in to gloat on Dixie and, more annoyingly, us Brits. There’s a charm to the American South that doesn’t always get appreciated, or even recognised, by the global media. The last time Savannah, Georgia made headlines in the UK, it was 1778, and British forces were regaining control. Savannah–and its picture-perfect…
Not so much on the property ladder, as wearing a jetpack, hovering a few feet above the top rung. Ah, Nevada… not just home to Las Vegas, but also the sole US state where prostitution is still legal and gold mines actually spew out the good stuff like nobody’s business. Put simply, Nevada is America’s…
You’ll never feel the need to speak ill of anything, whilst in the bosom of California’s most famous beachfront hotel. There’s something about the light in Santa Monica. If you could bottle it, you could make af fortune from photographers alone. A gentle stroll into town saw me wander – admittedly very slowly – past…
Old New York stalwart goes hipster. The crowd goes “ooohhh”… Towering over the corner of 77th and Madison, The Mark has long since been a New York City institution. But old school decor has been replaced by ultra modern styling and the Upper East Side can rejoice once again, as one of its precious landmarks…
There are many reasons why you read LUSSO. There’s the wit, the attitude, our ability to find new experiences, our sense of style… There are other reasons too, but it all simmers down to one key fact: we know our readers and we know what you want. On that basis, I’m going to beg your…
San Francisco fancies itself as a haven for foodies. As a Londoner, I’m unconvinced it stands up to the great British capital, but the city has one restaurant that could give London’s best a run for its money, Michael Mina. Mina, the eponymous chef was born in Cairo and raised in Washington. He is responsible…
When you walk into the horse shoe-shaped lobby, you couldn’t possibly criticise the correctness of the greeting from the staff arranged around you. It’s duly deferential, perhaps sometimes almost chirpy when the sun’s out, but it’d never stray into familiarity; I noticed I was wiping my feet an extra couple of times before I stepped…