Articles by: David J. Constable
An inveterate traveller and austere gastronome with an unhealthy obsession with Scotch eggs, David's writing is acerbic and often satirical, covering travel, food and culture. A proud Englishman, David enjoys Earl Grey, toffee ice-cream and a fitted tweed jacket. He’ll try anything once, so long as it tastes good.

Blackwood’s at Nira Caledonia

Blackwood’s at Nira Caledonia

“What is the most annoying sound in Edinburgh? Clue: it has nothing to do with football or rugby. You got it? No? Okay, another clue: it can be heard during the day and night? Anything?”

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Purveyors of Finest Poultry: Wishbone

Purveyors of Finest Poultry: Wishbone

“Wishbone is a new fried chicken and wings restaurant, the newest addition to the now uber-cool Brixton Village, which takes its residency underneath the rail arches of the railway station.”

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Lebanon: Hard to Enter, Hard to Leave

Lebanon: Hard to Enter, Hard to Leave

“Beirut is a vibrant and colourful city attempting to emerge from troubled times. A mix of communities and subdivides speak Arabic, French, English and Armenian, across dozens of religions.” David J Constable reports…

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Call Me Ischgl

Call Me Ischgl

People do not travel to the Alps for a ‘holiday’. They never have. Ischgl’s tourism board know this, it’s why they use the slogan: “Relax. If you can.”

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Parma: An Esculent Escapade

Parma: An Esculent Escapade

“Parma is a city built on its food. It’s as important an association as Pizza Margherita to Naples and ragù alla bolognese to Bologna…” David Constable flies the flag for the city noted for its, err, ham…?

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A Corner of Tuscany: Forever Castelfalfi

A Corner of Tuscany: Forever Castelfalfi

Victoria Sackville-West lyrically wrote of the region, “This calm of husbandry, this redolent tilth. This terracing of hills, this vintage wealth.” David explores the luxury properties of Tuscany’s Castelfalfi…

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Ibérica Canary Wharf

Ibérica Canary Wharf

It’s a real slog getting across to Canary Wharf. ‘The City’, as those in the business district refer to it. ‘A Pain in the Arse’ as I call it. I find it strange that in this new, glistening corner of the capital – thrown up like a game of Sim [...]

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