Excellent Mexican plates come from Edgar Navarro who shows yet another reason why his fantastic country is unfairly maligned by the loofa-faced gibbon in the White House.
After eleven years living in Hong Kong, coupled with the city´s penchant for hotel dining, it dawned on me that I´d never previously eaten at the J W Marriott in Pacific Place. That´s now changed and, with the Flint Grill and Bar doing its thing, it´s fair to say I´ll be heading back again. As with …
Hooters: you can´t help but leave with a pretty bad taste in the mouth.
Spiga replaces Lupa and Enrico Bartolini replaces Mario Batali. Some undoubted strong points but a couple of slightly strange dishes make for a dinner of two halves.
Their plastic tubs and foil trays full of food reveal much about their background, stories and struggles living in one of the world’s richest and most expensive cities.
Okra Bar bought a beguiling and occasionally bewildering array of new ingredients from chef Max Levy in an omakase menu that puts a contemporary spin on sushi.
Commissary mashes up the Deep South with Southern California and a bit of Mexico to good effect in Pacific Place
12,000 francs in Soho is the latest home for Conor Beach’s considerable skills, where preservation is celebrated in its myriad guises
Olé defies expectations and pre-conceived notions with some excellent dishes, including my favourite paella in Hong Kong