“Ghee-splattered jeans and starched, white cuffs that bear the deep, indelible stains of turmeric-laced mishaps. These are just the temporary scars that the uninhibited curry-lover has to bear.”
Author Noah May
“The tables are dark wood and the banquettes are deep red leather. The zinc bar shines in the warm, carefully conceived light, and there’s a sense we could be in one of those Bonnieux bars in the late 1980s.”
There was one event in my youth that left me enthralled by the genus Lepus; one cold autumn night that remains clear in the memory, scented with the sharp musk of braising hare.
The frantic knocks rattle on the door of our hotel room at precisely 5.45am. I stumble out of bed nakedly and reach for a gown. A voice comes through the door, urgent and shrill, with a thick, nicotine-stained sexiness.
Are gastropubs what they were? Does the concept still have a place at the forefront of our culinary landscape? Noah May chews over the questions and chomps on braised rabbit leg in the cosy elegance of The Garrison Public House.
Noah May journeys in ordered chaos through Sri Lanka on planes, trains and tuk-tuks before arriving, wobbly and emotional, at the Jetwing Vil Uyana Hotel and Spa to experience the culture of kings at the World Heritage Site of Sigiriya.
If you have accepted that you’re going to be served endless skewers of grilled meat until you turn the green disc on your table from green to red to warn them that your stomach can take no more, Anderson is the man to serve you…
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Noah May travels to The Capri Palace to experience old world luxury, Italian fine dining, resplendent views and a Hollywood-esque leg treatment on the island of Capri, off the Sorrentine Peninsula in the Gulf of Naples…