"I'm from Glasgow and my playmate is from Bradford so Punjabi food, and in his case Pakistani, are, er, meat and chapatis to us both"
"It's about time there was some good news. Malta's chequered, bloody history of invasion and war continued into the 20th century when package-tour Brits turned up in droves to drink lager and scarf fish'n'chips before throwing up outside macabre discos"
"I drove straight to Helmsley, as devotees of Withnail and I minutae might appreciate"
"These small pleasures have arrived: brightly coloured novelty shapes for millennials"
Picasso was here, Matisse, Chagall. It was the hot spot for a postwar jet set. Good food, a sunny terrace and art heists – welcome to La Colombe d’Or
"But when a friend who knows about these things asked me if I’d been to the sizzling hotspot, I had to consult a map. 4th Street north east?? Dear God. Where’s that?"
"According to the preternaturally handsome maitre'd it was all his own choice. Hmmm, I demurred …"
"The aspirationally named Stewart International (it has no international flights as of writing) is being sold as New York"
"The Whitby Hotel has as much in common with faded English seaside grandeur as I have with Melania’s husband"
Red meat may now be as bad for us as it is for the planet, but temptation for the carnivore is anything but rare. Derek Guthrie chews the fat