Author Noah May

Food & Drink Editor; spinning webs of silken words in the parlours of the London cognoscenti, amidst undulating swathes of posh nosh and vino fino, Noah has cemented a mystic understanding of epicurean treasures, sacred terroirs and ancient vines.

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“Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina…

French
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“You are sitting in Lady Thatcher’s seat madam: tonight you are the Iron Lady. And there, across from you, that’s the table Princess Margaret always booked.” It could only happen at The Ritz…

European
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“As soon as you step through the doors, it’s obvious that there is an architect or two hanging in the wings. The restaurant is light and airy, with a clean, simple aesthetic and industrial edge.”

Hotels
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Broken down, beer-bloated, beatnik writer Charles Bukowski described LA as being ‘like a crucifix in a death hand’. “I can see it here from my balcony at the Beverly Wilshire, high above Rodeo Drive; I can see the land he speaks of…”

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“Night-blue juniper soaking into your very soul. Volatile fluids catching flight and coursing through your blood, soaring. Gin soothes and invigorates in equal measure, I am not with those who claim depressive qualities.”

Hotels
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“Driving down Route 1, the coastal road that links San Francisco with Los Angeles in one beautiful, meandering whip of tar, is something I will never forget. Do it. If you ever get the chance, rent a Chevvy and drive… “

Hotels
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We begin on the Powell–Mason Cable Car, hurtling down the vertiginous Powell toward central San Francisco. In the distance, the Bay Bridge shimmers in the mid-afternoon light…

European
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“Recently, I happened to mention Bermondsey Street as a gastronomic hotspot to an old family friend – he scowled and looked at me like I was speaking in tongues.”

Asian
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When Sake No Hana first opened several years ago, I thought it was the headquarters of some murky secret society; it looked so mysterious from the outside. The external walls were almost entirely black and disconcertingly opaque…

European
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“Old masters line the walls, providing a touch of clubby propriety, but the general tone is of a darker elegance than that. I decide this will be my new haunt when looking for late night refreshment in St. James’s.”

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“The harsh light of a June morning comes crashing through the shutters as she wrenches them open to expose me to daylight. 7am. “It’s my birthday,” I grunt, tired, reddened eyes squinting at this cruel torturer.”

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