David J Constable

Labyrinth | Seriously Singaporean

"I arrived here by choice, then found myself rooted and homeless without a roof over my head"

Michelin mastery by Le Ton | Le Du, Bangkok

"It is a deliriously fearsome bash of fire and sour and salt and smoke, of the high ethereal waft of Thai basil and lemongrass, with mint and coconut creams lending soothing depths"

Stretching the tastebuds | Canvas, Bangkok

by David J Constable

"A beefy specimen, the innards are removed and mixed with diced kumquat, lemongrass and dala, then reattached to the head and plated with artistic flair"

Sathorn rising | The Dining Room at The House on Sathorn, Bangkok

by David J Constable

"Caught off the west coast of Koh Chang, the whole body, tentacles and all, are used, the black ink underneath the body giving the illusion of a squid-shaped shadow"

Tales of the city | Street art in Bogotá

by David J Constable

"Things reached a head in 2011 after police murdered 16-year-old Diego Felipe Becerra while he tagged his signature, Felix the Cat, on the walls of an underpass"

Puffed-up luxe and Satan’s cock | Wing Lei, Macau

by David J Constable

"With liberal lashings of prickly Chinese ash, my tongue quickly numbed, my gums swelled and my tonsils rattled like one of those cartoon-tooting train whistles'

Gaggan goes on | Mihara Tofuten, Bangkok [CLOSED]

by David J Constable

"Yep, tofu. An entire restaurant dedicated to squidgy, silken bean curd. Doesn't that just sound like the most ridiculous idea ever? Who's backing this?"

Björn Frantzén is back | One of Stockholm’s smallest restaurants is epic at heart

by David J Constable

"A Star Trek-style sliding door reveals a hallway, at the end of which is a lightless lift. I enter and wait to ascend (or descend, it's not clear which), then a ceiling light blasts on and music begins... "

Borderlines | Review: Mirazur, Menton, France

by David J Constable

"Then bread arrives. Outlandish and spectacular bread. In shapes and colours I don't recognise …"

Colombian harvester | El Chato, Bogotá

by David J Constable

"The expectation was feverish, and the murmuring had begun. Drifting from local expectations, however, circled Álvaro out, and not in the way he was expecting"

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