"I’m quite happy that I won’t be around for the Soho of the next century"
Neil D.A. Stewart discovers the town that Donald Judd built
The tedium of the anachronistic door policy
“Turn the car around Paul, we’re not staying here.”
The latest three star addition to Germany’s Michelin firmament – Christian Jurgens’s very different expression of Bavarian cuisine
"It’s not huge like the George V, or “humorously” funky in that way that proves Parisians have no sense of humour"
"Actual Australian food is a myth. A fiction. No such thing exists"
"The film’s original location was the desert around the mining town of Broken Hill, New South Wales, but its long expanse of desert flats went bloomy and verdant two years in a row due to uncharacteristic flooding. Tiny wildflowers sprang up, perfect for a revamp of The Sound of Music"
Death to fast fashion! London is still the world capital of vintage. Rachel Cohen goes in search of fashion treasure
"You rarely hear English voices... it feels wonderfully foreign and exotic, a rare treat in Europe today. Go before they ruin it"
"I’ve seen 8½ many times and each time been left baffled by it" - Karen Krizanovich finally gets Fellini
An afternoon at New York’s ultimate high-end men’s salon: meet Martial Vivot, who cuts hair according to your personal music tastes
Port, Porto and a Port-themed hotel - Sudi Pigott checks-in to The Yeatman. And drinks some Port
How do you like your cauliflower steak? Cafe Clover is quite the scene, and full of Zeitgeisty veg-focused cooking
"Kobe mythology, incidentally, has cows seduced by music and massaged with beer. The reality is somewhat different"
"The alarming sounding chocolate xiao long bao is a thing of great joy"
Monastic tranquility and a religious experience on Mount Koya, Japan
Sarah Hall's new novel, The Wolf Border, returns to the Lake District for a sensual page-turning story about love, maturity and "wilding"
"I’ve seen frankly alarming pictures of people eating the balut whole, but I went spoonful by cautious spoonful"
“I’ve been going to the Glastonbury Festival since I was 14,” she said. “Who’s giving who permission? I feel like it’s my festival”
Rosie Birkett couldn’t take a holiday, she had a book to write. Then she got a dog, and a desire for some Rick Stein fish & chips and sea air. Cue Cornwall
"Her previous misadventures have included overly vigorous boob massages, being forced to lie corpse-like on a concrete slap wrapped in cling film, weird intrusive intestinal manipulation and to top it all off, ear stapling acupuncture"
"Who gives a fig about blagging your way into the Polo Bar when you can flick through a grill menu (with a mysteriously large selection of sushi) while watching home movie footage of a bunch of guys in grey beards high-kicking through their ankle-length black coats on the Tel Aviv tarmac next to an El Al jumbo?"
"There are too many black souls out there to make this a happy place"
Fashion forward cakes are all the rage. Michelle Scott tucks into the afternoon Prêt-à-Portea at The Berkeley in London and thinks she might actually prefer something a bit more Primark, Builder’s and Battenberg than haute couture
From Jamie Oliver to dodgem cars – the recently launched Quantum of the Seas is one of the biggest cruise ships ever built. Nick Harman walks the gangplank
"The sea thrashed and trees braced themselves against the wind, their backs bent by gusts that rocked the car. My sun hat sat dormant on my lap"
"First of all, I’m local and I was here before the other reviewers, okay?" Karen Krizanovich’s new favourite neighbourhood restaurant
Bjork at New York's MoMA and Carnegie Hall: Eccentric genius or self-indulgent whimsy?
Sitting soft with a flute of champagne is our favourite way to enjoy something on the big screen in London