http://squaremile.com Check out what is new on SquareMile en Copyright (c) SquareMile 2010 60 http://squaremile.com/reviews/10672/Top-Marks-In-The-Food-Department.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/93p8CqVb/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Moving on from the Al-Fayed days has been a breeze for Harrods. Mark Hedley tucks into their succulent offerings and fabulous wines, albeit in slightly ‘interestingly’ designed surroundings…There was a time I would never had considered going to Harrods. And not just because Im a man and, therefore, inherently allergic to shopping. In the Al-Fayed days, Harrods started to become a caricature of itself so gaudy and ostentatious (in some areas, at least) that it would even make Lady Gaga blush. But, department by department, this retail institution is being brought into the 21st Century. This March saw the launch of the excellent new technology room a glistening shrine to all things shiny and whizzy. Last year, a whole floor was dedicated to wine: if Bacchus owned a corner shop, this would be it. And before that, the fine watch room was opened: 18,000 square feet of black marble, glass sculpture and ticking masterpieces. Technology, wine, watches hang on, I think theyre onto something here. So what else do they need to make it to a mans heart? Food, of course. Enter the multi-Michelin-starred Galvins. Galvin at Windows and Galvin La Chapelle already rank in my list of favourite London restaurants, so I couldnt think of a better team to bring in for the job. Galvin Demoiselle resides on a terrace floating above the opulent Harrods Food Halls. The halls are actually listed, so even if youre not a fan of the slightly, er, elaborate dcor, Im afraid it aint going anywhere. The restaurant area, though, is more Parisian grand-caf in its styling all studded sage leather banquettes, brass bars and petit marble tables. The brothers Galvin have kept the menu in line with their other outposts, fabulously French, bien sur. The charcuterie maison was packed with meaty pleasures creamy pork rillettes and Lyonnaise sausages were our favourites, topped off with a bright celeriac remoulade. Try the spicy, black current Venus 2010 from Domaine de la Chevalerie here a blackcurrant chutney of a wine. A baked lobster fishcake served with a warm vinaigrette of fresh ginger and chives was a prefect partner for Galvins own-label burgundy Terroir Noble 2009. The wine is actually produced by Vincent Girardin an 11th generation wine-maker from Santenay who has more than done the Galvins proud with this beautifully approachable wine. A tarte au citron is as accomplished as youd hope and make sure you leave room for the cheese plate; the succulent, creamy Saint-Marcellin is enough to make a man drool from recollection alone. And for a digestif? Head to the Tea Clipper on Montpelier Street for a pint. The only thing Harrods has done wrong lately is closing down its own pub. The Green Man was the worlds first pub to be opened in a Department Store back in 1973. But it was closed to make way for the department stores long-promised grooming emporium for men the metroxsexual Gentlemans Lounge. This is one particular modernisation of Harrods with which I cant say I agree. No reservations taken; galvinrestaurants.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10672/Top-Marks-In-The-Food-Department.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 17 May 2012 16:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10672/Top-Marks-In-The-Food-Department.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10669/CityBird-s-Bar-Of-The-Week-The-Merchant-Of-Bishopsgate.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/j2VyA1Nk/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> It might sound like one of Chaucer’s oeuvre, but thankfully new pub and eatery The Merchant of Bishopsgate is not stuck still in the Middle Ages.The Merchant, in the thrumming belly of Liverpool Street Station, has possibly the oddest location for a new bar ever, housed in Octagon Arcade where downtrodden Upper Crust and Burger King used to be. Nor does it resemble a station pub (everybody’s been into infested Hamilton House at the top of Liverpool Street, after all) – but rather a move towards giving commuters and City drinkers alike somewhere trendy and fun to pass the hours before the last train home.  It’s been open barely a month, and already the pub is heaving at the seams. Leaving its peculiar location aside, it’s not hard to see why: The Merchant is serving up upmarket pub food (sausage and mash, fish and chips, scotch egg) for decent non-station prices. There’s a small selection of steak, plus a lengthy bar and ‘light snacks’ menu. The wine list is nothing to write home about – excepting the fact that a small glass of wine will set you back only £3, or £4 for a medium glass. There’s the usual on draught, a pretentious selection of bottled continental beers and cask ales, which change every week – all under £4 a pint, mercifully.  The pub itself is spacious, all dark wood stain furniture and exposed brickwork. There’s even old luggage racks and suitcases from old carriages on the walls, just in case you forgot you’re actually INSIDE A TRAIN STATION. These guys aren’t just hoping for the oh-god-missed-my-train types, they’re hoping for the City masses. Oh, and those slightly onerous adverts you’ll have seen – ‘I am the Merchant’ – only further emphasise the idiosyncratic nature of this new watering hole. Next job is persuading a mate that you’re not meeting at next-door McDonald’s for a drink.  The Merchant of Bishopsgate Liverpool Street Station EC2M 7PY <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10669/CityBird-s-Bar-Of-The-Week-The-Merchant-Of-Bishopsgate.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 17 May 2012 14:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10669/CityBird-s-Bar-Of-The-Week-The-Merchant-Of-Bishopsgate.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10660/CityBird-Ajala-Spa-St-Paul-s.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/G8QxVV8k/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Every now and again, CityBird needs a rest from pickling her liver and snarfing her way through dingy pubs in the City. After a week of Facebook IPO news/buy-one-get-one-free cocktails/multiple FTSE 100 crashes, where better to head than to the Square Mile’s premium spa, Ajala?Nestled underground the Grange Hotel in the twinkling lights of St Pauls, Ajala is ahaven of pure indulgence. Its literally beneath the beating pulse of the City; and thejuxtaposition of relaxation versus the heady smell of naked ambition of the City isalmost tangible. Luxury Ajala offers an almost unlimited list of treatments, from fruity massages tothe usual facials, and pedicures to the ultimate in chilling out: the hot stone massage.Its massage so relaxing its pornographic. Lasting a solid hour, large smoothpebbles, heated up and smothered in a warm oil, are rubbed along your back, yourarms and your legs, leaving a filmy layer. Tantalizingly, the stones are laid, warm,on your back while the masseuse works on unknotting your shoulders and joints.(Needless to say, my shoulders were knotty and hag-like but this all disappearedin the first three minutes of slumping on the bed.) Interestingly, there are two massage beds in the main spa room: one for you, andone for the missus/mistress, if thats your bag: sure beats an evening out down theJamaica Wine House. An hour later, emerging in an almost post-coital glow, I was ushered into Ajalaswet spa facilities. Theres a small pool (all very underground and City it was fullof Middle Eastern businessmen chatting fast Arabic), plus a hammam, sauna, steamroom and cosy Jacuzzi. Finally, theres a sun room with magazines, juices andcake with light that can be altered depending on where you want to be on theglobe. Even the changing rooms are five-star luxe, with soft fluffy towels and lounge chairs.What else did you expect from the City? Back to booze on Thursday, readers N.B: Before you suits start spouting spas are not for men, consider this. I bought ITguy a spa trip for two for his 31st birthdayand he LOVED it. It might not be booze but thats okay. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10660/CityBird-Ajala-Spa-St-Paul-s.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 15 May 2012 13:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10660/CityBird-Ajala-Spa-St-Paul-s.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10658/Barcelonaa-s-Hotel-Villa-Emilia.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/61zPqNpF/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Now is the time for a chic city escape. Barcelona’s Hotel Villa Emilia awaits, poised to immerse guests in contemporary style in the Catalan capital. As the weather warms up, Barcelona is the perfect destination for a sun-kissed luxury jaunt, and Villa Emilia is the ideal choice for an enjoyable city stay.Located in the elegant Eixampledistrict, this 4-star hotel invites guests to discover an authentic taste of Barcelona. Guests can take in the views of the tree-lined streets, bordered by traditional balcony-scattered buildings, whilst enjoying the contemporary comfort of stylish interiors. Beyond the modern, geometric facade, the hotel is warm and welcoming. Pops of red are the numbers beside each door, leading guests into rooms and suites that are contemporary cocoons of comfort drenched in rich shades. Warm cream hues and rich chocolate shades complement the smooth parquet floors and wooden features whilst bathrooms are chic spaces of black, white and grey. Inspired by the French Mediterranean, the interior style of the luxury Hotel Villa Emilia brings together cool, sleek modernity and funky design details. Guests can watch a film on the expansive plasma televisions whilst browsing the internet using the free WiFi connection and enjoying indulgent room service. Twinkling candles scatter the low tables next to inviting settees on the roof terrace, encouraging guests to sink into comfort and relax amid the palms under sweeping sun-splashed blue. Watch skies turn dusky pink as the beautiful kaleidoscopic Spanish sunset begins and as evening arrives, enjoy a fresh cocktail under softly glowing starlit skies. At the cool and contemporary Zinc Bar, flashes of rich red pepper the crisp white walls and smooth wooden furnishings, with the fireplace and grand piano playing the parts of the centrepieces in the warm, inviting interiors. Mouthwatering delicacies served at the Zinc Bar invite guests to try a selection of cheeses, foie and delicatessen treats, accompanied by fine wine chosen from the cellars selection and softly playing sounds. Set just a short 10-minute stroll from the city centre, the Hotel Villa Emilia Barcelonais within easy reach of Barcelonas exciting array of attractions. The famous Plaza Espanya and the magnificent Palau Nacional on Montjuc are just a short walk away, bordered by the Parc de Joan Mir and the inviting bars and cafes of the district of Poble Sec. Following Gran Va de les Corts Catalanes in the opposite direction, guests arrive at the crossroads of the emblematic Paseo de Gracia, where world-famous buildings by incredible architects rub shoulders with designer shops. Amble along the winding streets of the Gothic Quarter, discover the bars and cafes of El Born and marvel at the inimitable Sagrada Famlia before retreating to the welcoming comfort of the Hotel Villa Emilia. http://www.splendia.com/en/hotel-villa-emilia-barcelona.html <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10658/Barcelonaa-s-Hotel-Villa-Emilia.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 15 May 2012 09:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10658/Barcelonaa-s-Hotel-Villa-Emilia.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10652/Cocktail-of-the-Week-Crown-Jules-Punch.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/aBnekrYB/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Tea Horse, the luxury loose tea experts, has created the exclusive Punch Blend No. 1 loose tea, used as the main ingredient in this refreshing punch cocktail created by mixologist Julian de Feral.Inspired by the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee and the British love of a fruit punch in the summer it uses the very British Beefeater 24 as the gin of choice: Ingredients (one serve): • A cup of Tea Horse Punch Blend No. 1 tea • 2 teaspoons of sugar (vanilla sugar if possible) • 2 teaspoons of lemon juice • 50ml Beefeater 24 gin • A dash of bitters (optional) • Two slices of cucumber, a sprig of mint, lemon zest and seasonal berries for garnish This exclusive new punch recipe and bespoke tea are available direct from Tea Horse, the monthly subscription service for all those looking to expand their understanding of the world of fine teas. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10652/Cocktail-of-the-Week-Crown-Jules-Punch.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Fri, 11 May 2012 15:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10652/Cocktail-of-the-Week-Crown-Jules-Punch.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10651/Fishy-Goings-On-In-Japanese-Plaices.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/2PpvVL7b/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Ex-banker and hardcore foodie Neil Davey is fit to burst after tasting some of the best food Tokyo has to offer – including the potentially fatal blowfish. Hope you’re hungry – this is going to blow your mind.Since my first days of employment at the Bank of Tokyo, Japan has been at the top of my wish list of places to visit. But I never quite got there. Instead, I experienced the country vicariously through its food, initially via disappointing dull supermarket sushi selections, but latterly via Piccadillys So restaurant, where the canteen-esque dcor actually masks some of the most consistently good Japanese food the capital has to offer. Thus, when Tetsuro Hama, the owner of So, suggested joining him on an inspiration-seeking trip to Tokyo alongside head chef Kaoru Yamamoto, the decision wasnt exactly the toughest one Ive had to make in my life. Five days can never be enough to see Tokyo the wonderment, the contradictions, the glorious insanity, the etiquette, the beauty,the whole other worldliness but we tried. Sprinting for trains became a very familiar pastime; ditto to accelerating through kaiseki tasting menus. There was barely a moment of those 120 hours where my eyes werent popping, or at least two of my senses werent simultaneous reeling. It was fun stuff. This included many hours when I should have been asleep both there and back home, thanks to a curious mix of jet lag and my brain making vague attempts to make sense of what Id just experienced. It was all a bit odd. Several weeks on, Im still struggling, even resorting to Venn diagrams to explain so much of the experience, particularly the food. A dish of wheat gluten in mustard sauce, part of a vegetarian kaiseki in a monastery in Kyoto,sits at the point where pasta meets jelly baby. Another dish sits where crme caramel meets fish by-product we probably didnt want to think about. Mr Hama, serving as our tireless translator, made gestures suggesting it came from somewhere around the groin so we clung to the notion the stringy textures therein were roe rather than, ahem, from another aquatic gender that doesnt bear thought. The layout of the city means the modern frequently sits alongside the ancient. Direct from the airport after 11 happy hours of Virgin Upper Class we seek out such a spot. Charyu Ichimatsu, is a ryotei in downtown Asakusa, a formal restaurant of privatedining rooms, kimono-wearing servers anda charming, peaceful courtyard gardenand 100 yards behind a busy street thatbrings to mind Tottenham Court Road. Its a meal that leaves us baffled. In a good way. Its partly the time difference we boarded a plane 11 hours ago, now its noon the following day but mostly its down to the beauty, creativity and palate-challenging nature of the courses. The point of kaiseki is not to get all Heston-ly and dazzle with combinations of flavours. Each individual often oh-so-delicate course is a celebrationof a different cooking method or, in the caseof many courses over the next few days, the sushi chefs art. And thats worth waiting for. The first course at Charyu Ichimatsu sets the tone: squares of radish, apple and salmon covered in snow no, not that extracurricular favourite of 1980s traders, but actually desiccated rice powder. Its pretty, witty, and a beautiful collection of textures and delicate flavours and its followed by more achingly attractive plates: slices of immaculate sea bass and prawns; a clear soup with a rich tranche of mackerel; a scallop of incredible sweetness; that cod, er, roe custard stuff Its a meal that sets the pattern for the next few days, where everything from public transport to architecture will leave me dazzled, surprised and giggling in roughly equal measure. And its just fun to take it in. Or, in the case of the Tsukiji fish market, to be stunned into silence. Tsukiji is several acres of pure energy and testosterone, as well as a brutal illustration of just how much we take from the sea every day. It proves to be one of several moments were glad Messrs Hama and Yamamoto are with us, as tourists appear to be about as popular as fishing quotas, and they can explain just what were seeing, from the band-sawing of tuna to the crates of shellfish the like of which Ive never seen. Later that day, at the Conrad Hilton (the Lost In Translation hotel) we get to sample fugu blowfish the one that, incorrectly prepared, can kill. Its a strange experience the sashimi is almost apple-like in texture but even with the adrenaline rush of potential death and the view over the city, it cant compete with the simplicity of that mornings meal. While manic, Tokyo is probably too polite to be described as in your face but,even so, Kyoto, with its myriad temples, proves a fascinating counterpoint to the capital. The aforementioned vegetarian lunch we enjoy at the Kanga-an Temple proves a brightly-coloured relief from the recent protein overload I have experienced. While some of the textures are challenging particularly a shot of potato starch and the jellied pasta feel of the wheat gluten its one of the prettiest meals Ive ever experienced, with deep fried, night-fluorescent flowers and a ball of sweet potato mash dotted with crispy-fried green noodles thats designed to and does resemble a horse chestnut. Who needs meat fruit anyway, I think. There are similar levels of invention at Hoshinoya, where chef Ichiro Kubota brings a French influence to his ten-course kaiseki menu. Sadly, as inventive and frequently delicious as it all is potage of Kyoto red carrot in the image of New Years rising sun anyone? were at that wafer-thin mint stage, craving sleep and simplicity. Happily, were in the right place: Hoshinoya is a traditional ryokan (a type of traditional Japanese inn that originated in the 17th Century) hotel, albeit one with 21st century luxury touches. The combination of comfort, clean air and wonderful darkness means I sleep as well as I ever have, waking the following morning to the sounds of monkeys splashing in the river outside my room. Its quite simply heaven on earth. Breakfast and lunch are taken on the hoof at Kyotos marvellous Nishiki market, a dazzling array of so many foods I have never seen before, where Mr Yamamotos guidance is more than welcome on this occasion. Its a wonderfully eccentric place: the fugu shop advertises itself with a mobile of inflated blowfish carcasses in hats, another has a toy cat, that plays and sways to a Shania Twain tune, nestled between slabs of whalemeat. Its bustling, bizarre, fascinating and frequently delicious. In short, it encapsulates everything about this small taster of Japanese life. Put it on your plate. Neil Davey travelled courtesy of So Restaurant, London W1; 020 7292 0767; sorestaurant.com. Seven nights in Tokyo with Virgin Holidays, including scheduled flights with Virgin Atlantic from London Heathrow direct to Tokyo and accommodation at the Keio Plaza Hotel Tokyo, on a room-only basis with transfers included, starts from 1,399; for more information go to virginholidays.co.uk or call 0844 557 3859. For bookings and enquiries for Hoshinoya in Kyoto, visit hoshinoyakyoto.jp/en or call +81 50 3786 0066. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10651/Fishy-Goings-On-In-Japanese-Plaices.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Fri, 11 May 2012 15:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10651/Fishy-Goings-On-In-Japanese-Plaices.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10647/CityBird-s-Bar-Of-The-Week-Brokers-Leadenhall.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/IbVrVbPa/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Behind every City street is a small alleyway, and in that alleyway there is a City boozer, and in that boozer, there are stories to be told.Brokers, tucked in a corner of Leadenhall Market, is one such Chinese whispers-type bar. Known locally as an insurance broker meeting point (hence the name), the wine bar is traditionally secretive: accessible only by a narrow staircase, taking you high above the famous food market. Higher even is the top-floor bistro, where you can peer down at the to-ing and fro-ing of Leadenhall.  Aside from the vast selection of wine (it is a wine bar, after all), and the beers on tap, Brokers is one of the friendliest haunts in EC1. Walk in and you’ll typically be greeted warmly by the bar manager, introduced to his mate, who will invite you to have a tepid glass of Rioja with him to talk about the merits of speaking French in the Square Mile. My first visit to Brokers coincided with the infamous Friday buffet on the top floor: a whole salmon, plates of cold meats, cheese boards, fresh bread – you name it, the whole wedding selection is here. Unlike most places in the City on a Friday lunchtime, it’s still relatively peaceful at 12.15pm, which is a blessing for those wanting to escape the usual Pizza Express/GBK/Nando’s triptych. Arriving up four flights of stairs I was promptly sat down with the POETS (pissed off early tomorrow’s Saturday) club, who assured me that after arriving at 12pm, they’d be sacking off work all afternoon. Two large glasses of top-class Rioja later, I’d met a teak investor, several commodity big shots and heard about some dodgy Chinese karaoke bar around the back or Petticoat Lane, all while snarfing succulent strips of roast beef and potato salad (wedding buffet again). It’s the kind of place you go to slam your 10 th glass of Malbec on a Friday afternoon. I waltzed back in several weeks later and was once again amiably greeted by the manager. It’s not Abacus, granted, but I think I might just like it. Brokers, 9 Leadenhall Market, EC3V 1LR <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10647/CityBird-s-Bar-Of-The-Week-Brokers-Leadenhall.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 10 May 2012 14:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10647/CityBird-s-Bar-Of-The-Week-Brokers-Leadenhall.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10640/CityBird-The-Jugged-Hare.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/zpiy5tQF/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Is The Jugged Hare the hottest place in town? CityBird says it just might be.Once or twice a year, a really special restaurant will pop up in the City. Last year,we had Chiswell Street Dining Rooms; this year weve been graced with TheJugged Hare, the latest gastro venture of Ed and Tom Martin also of ChiswellStreet Dining Rooms fame. The street in question, running from Moorgate to the dodgy bit of the Barbican,is fast becoming the Citys hottest destination street for food. Just around thecorner from the Barbican centre, newly-opened The Jugged Hare, in the gradeII listed old Whitbread brewery, divides itself neatly between a bar area anda proper, old-school sit-down style dining room, complete with a large openkitchen. Wafts of steam and smoke billow pleasantly out of it, and diners cangratefully watch the rotisserie wheel around, full of grilled chicken breasts andlegs of lamb. City folk, this is the real deal. A first course of goats cheese, dandelion, pea and broad bean salad wasdefiantly in-season, despite the pouring rain Londoners have suffered of late. ITguys diver-caught scallop gratin was a new take on what has become the mostcommon starter in the history of starters. So far, so good. Expectedly, The Jugged Hare gives a nod to gastro trends when it comes to themain course. In season, on the spit and pie of the day pepper the menu, andall change regularly, often using fresh game. The wild boar pie, in a thick crustand a rich sauce, was a real treat. Likewise, IT guys potted quail, half a bird ina casserole dish with potatoes and mushrooms, was refreshingly different. Themenu is unashamedly gamey, and its a rousing change from the usual chicken-beef-fish choice, although the Billingsgate selection means there is some decentfresh fish also. The only criticism is that the dessert course, a dense mint chocolate ganacheand a pretty nice black treacle tart for IT guy, came all too quickly. In betweenslurping wine, digesting large quantities of rich, rich game and ordering a thirdcourse, a curdling chocolate pudding was about as much as my blood pressurecould handle. But the waistband-busting adventure doesnt end with a wildly calorific dessert.A fine wine dispenser sits in the corner, allowing drinkers and diners alike toexplore a range of fine wines. The bottle of Rioja that we ordered, matching thefood perfectly, sadly went unfinished: a heady mix of first course, main and heavydessert ensured we were slumped, catatonically, in our red leather booth shortlyafter the last course. The Jugged Hare might well be the best City launch ever. As well as great food,the restaurant is a taxidermists dream: stuffed birds watch over the bar, andmounted hare heads face ominously onto the street. On leaving, I commented tothe effervescent waitress that the place was packed to the rafters, only six weeksor so after opening. The response was its been busy the minute we opened ourdoors. Says it all, really. The Jugged Hare 49 Chiswell Street London EC1Y 4SA <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10640/CityBird-The-Jugged-Hare.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Wed, 09 May 2012 09:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10640/CityBird-The-Jugged-Hare.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10637/Stapleford-Park-Luxury-Country-House-Hotel-and-Sporting-Estate.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/oIFc1FZL/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Stapleford Park is a Country House Hotel that provides a luxury home-from-home experience with much to discover from the tranquil Rose Gardens to Clay Pigeon Shooting. Surrounded by 500 acres of beautiful Leicestershire countryside, there couldn’t be a better place to escape to.Located in the heart of England, less then two hours north of London, Stapleford Park guarantees a warm welcome and has lots to offer from the Clarins Gold Spa, 22metre swimming pool, steam room, and sauna to the 18-hole par 73 Championship golf course, which recently host a PGA European Seniors Tour golf tournament in 2012 and 2011. The bedrooms are as grand and luxurious as youd hope. With 48 rooms in total as well as two Cottages, each room is designed to reflect the style of their creators: names such as Mulberry, David Hicks, Sanderson, and Crabtree Evelyn are all present and correct. When youre feeling hungry, you can book a table at the Grinling Gibbons fine dining room. The Head Chef David Ellams could easily be plating up in a top London restaurant if he didnt enjoy the fresh air so much, and the desserts are simply world-class. Afterwards, you can retreat to the library bar for a coffee complete with petit fours and a brandy to follow, while you settle in by the log fire. Whether its the portraits of former owners or the coats of arms flanking the staircase, you cant ignore Stapleford Parks air of noble history. Lords, earls, and dukes of our great country have all had the pleasure of calling Stapleford Park their home. Even King Arthur is rumoured to have stayed here and the house itself can be dated back to the Doomsday Book in 1066, which is no wonder why it is now a Grade 2 listed building. Stapleford Park is truly a place to step back through the history. From the rows of Wellington boots in the Reception Hall, which are for you to borrow, to the hundreds of antlers hung across the Old Kitchens vaulted ceilings, this stately home is a haven for country pursuits. The parkland and gardens play host to archery, falconry, fly-fishing, and shooting. Theres even a croquet lawn at the front of the house. In this beautiful historic House, you will find the staff to be some of the most attentive and helpful hosts and they will do seemingly anything to make your stay as pleasant as possible. They even take the liberty of learning their guests by name and quickly make you feel right at home. Stapleford Park is also a member of Small Luxury Hotels of the World and Pride of Britain Hotels. For bestavailable ratesandspecial offers,please visitwww.staplefordpark.comor alternatively you can emailreservations@stapleford.co.ukor call 01572787000 Stapleford Park Country House Hotel Sporting Estate, Stapleford, Nr Melton Mowbray, Sunny Leicestershire, LE14 2EF. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10637/Stapleford-Park-Luxury-Country-House-Hotel-and-Sporting-Estate.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 08 May 2012 15:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10637/Stapleford-Park-Luxury-Country-House-Hotel-and-Sporting-Estate.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10636/The-Spirit-Of-The-Age.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/MHrf1Q4x/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> With the Jubilee approaching, it’s time to dig deep and get your hands on a unique bottle of history. Peter Cardwell explains.Maybe you’re the biggest royalist patriot in Britain today. Perhaps you ‘conduct’ Land of Hope and Glory in your living room with a pencil when it comes on during the Proms (come on, we’ve all done it). Or possibly you just love sitting in front of the TV, hearing a Dimbleby intone, and drinking in what it is to be British. Now you can do that literally, if you’ve £100k to spare. This is the Diamond Jubilee by John Walker Sons – a specially crafted blend of rare malt and grain Scotch whiskies that were distilled in and have been maturing since 1952, the year Princess Elizabeth acceded to the throne and became our Queen. Gawd bless ’er. There’s no surprise that you won’t be able to pick this up at the end of the aisle in Tesco: only 60 will be produced. It will be housed in an oak chest incorporating wood from the royal Sandringham Estate to echo the whisky marrying casks and Caledonian pine from The Queen’s Balmoral Estate. You’re hardly likely to chug it down in one, but on the Jubilee weekend why not break open the seal of the diamond-shaped Baccarat crystal decanter, pour a glass, and toast the Queen. It’s what she would want. John Walker Sons has pledged its profits from the sale of these 60 editions to the Queen Elizabeth Scholarship Trust (QEST), with a guaranteed donation of at least £1m to the charity. So, now you should at least be able to drink it with a clear conscience. For more information, go to diageo.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10636/The-Spirit-Of-The-Age.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 08 May 2012 15:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10636/The-Spirit-Of-The-Age.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10632/Masterclass-Events-at-Gaucho.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/a9XHYpBZ/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Matt Huckle goes to find out about ceviche and whether or not he'll start ordering it himself from now on.More often than not there'll be more to the choice of a restaurant's signature dishes than the meal the chef finds easiest to cook and it's not unusual to find the decision is rooted in the identity of the restaurant itself. But is that story ever made clear to the punters? Gaucho regularly runs fun events aimed at educating people about its food and wine, helping you to understand the thought process and heritage behind the menu as well as generally getting you a bit drunk. Now, put any thoughts of a boring, self-involved lecture to bed; I recently went to the 'Decade of Ceviche' evening and I can tell you this is far from the case. I knew nothing of ceviche so I was coming to it completely fresh and would the perfect candidate to measure how informative the evening was. Taking place on the top floor of Gaucho Piccadilly the room rapidly filled with a warm buzz as people took to their seats. A small platter of basic ingredients greeted people as they sat down signalling that this wasn't going to be a passive affair. Indeed, after a brief history of the origin of the dish (in short: everyone in South America argues they invented it) we're talked through how to make a simple prawn ceviche ourselves, which was then judged in a light hearted competition. This start to the evening gave me a stronger understanding of how ceviche is made and then the rest of the (pre-prepared!) ceviche dishes were brought out I appreciated them much more than I would have done half an hour earlier. Each different ceviche was paired with a different wine, served in that generous way which sees strangers become firm friends. The variety of flavours in both the wine and food were impressive in their variety and was a real testament to versatility of ceviche. Gaucho rounded the evening off with one of their famous steaks, not because it had anything to do with ceviche, but because the staff know you can't come to Gaucho and leave without having one. They'd be an outcry of some kind. Best of all this event wasn't a one off. Gaucho regularly host events focused on different aspects of the food and wine they serve and, if they're anything like the 'Decade of Ceviche' evening I went to, they're a fantastic way to spend an evening. http://www.gauchorestaurants.co.uk/whats_happening/ <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10632/Masterclass-Events-at-Gaucho.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 08 May 2012 11:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10632/Masterclass-Events-at-Gaucho.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10617/CityBird-Boisdale-Canary-Wharf.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/z14hZrv3/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Jazz, whisky and great food are all on offer at Boisdale, Canary Wharf but do they all mix well for CityBird?Boisdale is to other Canary Wharf restaurants what JPMorgan is to SocGen. The Scottish restaurant behemoth is both one of the most majestic and most boozy of all E14 watering holes.  As such, it’s a City boy’s Thursday night haven. Not only are the waitresses in tartan miniskirts, there’s a terrace overlooking pimp Cabot Square. At barely 6.30pm, it’s so packed IT guy and I have to elbow our way to our seat – one of the best in the house apparently, overlooking the static fountain (even drought has affected Canary Wharf) but with a prime view at the stage. Boisdale is fast becoming the City’s premium jazz venue, with the restaurant claiming Jools Holland among its past entertainers.  Food is typically Scottish – clumps of smoked salmon gravadlax, langoustines with ‘all their guts’, and fine fillet steak, ‘the best I’ve ever had outside Argentina’ declared IT guy. Needless to say, oysters and caviar also make up the firmly City menu.  After a cocktail to start (a spicy, spicy Bloody Mary, since you ask) and half a bottle of Boisdale’s finest Rioja, IT guy and I tipsily fell into our usual argument: who is smarter than the other. ‘I did a degree in economics,’ he counters. ‘I got better A Level results,’ I drunkenly argue back. ‘Well, you can’t speak French.’ ‘And you’re shit at Spanish,’ I finish, slopping my wine down my dress. (Don’t worry, this is just how our evenings go. We’d made up by the time by the desserts turned up: a gelatinous sticky toffee pudding and spiced apple and rhubarb crumble with thick custard. His gaping maw was soon glued shut.)  My roll of booze fat was quite literally spilling over my waistband at this point, and the fibres of IT guy’s Ted Baker suit started to look dangerously thin stretched over his usually non-existent paunch. Time for Boisdale’s pièce de la résistance: the largest whisky selection in London. There’s 500 varieties of Scottish whisky alone, with more from Japan, Wales and America, enough to slay a suit in just a sip. So there you have it. Boisdale will seduce you, intoxicate you and stuff you until you’re reeling off your GCSE grade in food technology at anybody who’ll listen. Now run there as quickly as possible for the jazz, the whisky and the impeccable service: you have been warned. BoisdaleCabot PlaceCanary Wharf  LondonE14 4QT <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10617/CityBird-Boisdale-Canary-Wharf.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 01 May 2012 15:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10617/CityBird-Boisdale-Canary-Wharf.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10611/Cocktail-of-the-Week.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/6XKGDGbW/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Weve got a couple of nice cocktails to try and help you forget about the bad weather.So we’re in April – the month where British weather can’t make up its mind whether to rain or shine. But whether you’re avoiding April showers by staying indoors, or making the most of the bursts of bright sunshine, the time is right to try one of Russian Standard Vodka’s delicious seasonal cocktails. Golden Sunshine Cobbler: Add the following ingredients to a large, ice filled, wine glass: · 60ml Russian Standard Gold vodka · 120ml Sweet white wine · 30ml Bols orange liqueur · ¼ Mandarin · ¼ Blood orange  · ¼ Lemon  Stir vigorously and garnish with a physalis or a variety of sliced seasonal fruit. Lemon Drizzle: Add the following ingredients to a shaker: · 50ml Russian Standard Vodka · 35ml Lemon juice · 15ml Sugar syrup Shake with ice and strain into a tumbler with ice. Garnish with a few slices of fresh lemon. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10611/Cocktail-of-the-Week.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 30 Apr 2012 14:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10611/Cocktail-of-the-Week.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10609/Aqua-Blu-Boutique-Hotel-amp-Spa.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/WMWhDbnv/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Pure Mediterranean chic fills the air at Aqua Blu Boutique Hotel Spa, this week’s handpicked hotel for members of Splendia’s Private Sales club.For a limited time only, members of The Club, by Splendia can take advantage of up to 55% off at Kos design hotel Aqua Blu, where they will be greeted by a bottle of wine and fresh fruit basket. Gold members also receive an additional upgrade, subject to availability. The 5-star Aqua Blue is a stylish spin on the classic Greek island retreat. Its shimmering futuristic facade directly faces Kos’ desirable Lambi Beach, a kilometre-long postcard image of golden sands and crystalline Mediterranean waters. Part of the Dodecanese islands in the south Aegean, Kos, famously the birthplace of Hippocrates, is a getaway destination of myth and legend. Breezy beach life sits alongside cosmopolitan action, with both the buzzing downtown and harbour areas just a few minutes’ drive away. At the Aqua Blu Boutique Hotel, striking geometric architecture creates cool open interior spaces filled with warm natural light and glittering sea views. The 1950s Americana-inspired decor is the perfect match for the sun-blushed oceanfront setting. Cool and functional guestrooms are private sanctuaries of monochrome minimalism and hints of retro glamour. The studio-style rooms contain a number of unique features, from a chilled sitting room with a fireplace in the Deluxe Suite to jacuzzi bathroom and private pool in the Pool Experience Suite. All rooms are sea-facing and fitted with free WiFi and luxury bathroom amenities. The famous Kos sunset can be soaked at the all-day poolside bar, where a freshly shaken cocktail is the perfect aperitif to a gourmet dining experience. The Aqua Blu Boutique Hotel Spa’s restaurant serves fine Greek cuisine created by award-winning chefs in laid-back, fashionable settings. Meanwhile, as the morning breaks, classic Greek breakfasts, fresh juice and coffee is best enjoyed on the romantic sun terrace or by the sea. The round-the-clock service at the Aqua Blu is impeccable, so whether it’s a special post-beach snack or local tips, the attentive staff is always at hand to assist. From the moment guests set eyes on the magnificent oasis-like Aqua Blu outdoor swimming pool, they are immersed in the rejuvenating powers of the Spa by Apivita. Batteries are sure to be recharged, whether it’s in the state-of-the-art fitness centre, the healing hammam or one of the many hydrotherapy options. An expert range of facial and body massages is also available, completing the path to restored well-being. A custom-made set of exclusive packages includes The Greek Taste designed by the executive chef and the Rock Star Experience, with free minibar refills and car rental. The ultra-modern brand of beachfront luxury of Aqua Blu Boutique Hotel Spa is an unrivalled option for anybody dreaming of their Greek island escape. So why not make the fantasy a reality – here’s an unmissable opportunity for Splendia Club members to enjoy up to an incredible 55% off their Kos getaway. http://www.splendia.com/en/aqua-blu-hotel-kos.html <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10609/Aqua-Blu-Boutique-Hotel-amp-Spa.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 30 Apr 2012 09:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10609/Aqua-Blu-Boutique-Hotel-amp-Spa.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10603/CityBird-s-Bar-of-the-Week-Meter.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/9kxsbDrX/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> CityBird says that if you're after somewhere new to enjoy after work, Meter is a good bet.Edging up the City Road from Moorgate you find a Travelodge, a Tesco and a few dingy pubs. But lo and behold, DJ James Priestley has come to the rescue: right on the fringes of the City, by the Old Street roundabout, lies Meter an art space-cum-bar and eatery set up by the house DJ. (Suits, be warned: its the Square Mile on trend.) Think MDF tables, plastic school-esque chairs and bare, low-hanging lightbulbs to give an Shoreditchy industrial feel. Imagine the gentle throb of soft house music in the background. Hey, even the menus are cool, made just from PAPER. Yeah, eco. So far, so trend, but remember readers, were still in EC1 so dont be put off. Fill yer boots with the bars cocktails my favourites being the uber-sweet Rhubarbomb (rum, raspberry compote, lime juice and vanilla sugar) and Linger (raspberries and black pepper). Then there is the classic Tom Collins, a whisky sour and an Applewood smoked margarita with tequila and honey agarve nectar, all for prices that wont crack that one-gear fixie bike that you secretly own. Natch, there are some continental beers, a small selection of wines and some interesting apertifs the best being an Aperol spritz (the type of thing you order in an Eastern European casino late at night, never to be seen in a London bar, which is a crying shame IMO). And where does the name Meter come from? The pizzas are made by the metre we adhere to British spelling here so come hungry and expecting a large plate. Like all good Italian menus, theres a Napoli, a Fiorentina and the topping-laden Crudo e Rucola. Work on Moorgate? Run here immediately after work. Eat pizza, down cocktails and leave with change from a 20, before all the louche Shoreditch hipsters settle in for the night. Meter70-74 City RoadLondonEC1Y 2BJ <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10603/CityBird-s-Bar-of-the-Week-Meter.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 26 Apr 2012 15:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10603/CityBird-s-Bar-of-the-Week-Meter.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10600/CityBird-Seven-Park-Place-Mayfair.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/EczdrSdF/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Seven Park Place, part of slightly officious German chain Althoff Hotels, is tucked away in a tiny backstreet of Mayfair – a little chocolate box restaurant that you wouldn’t notice unless pointed out (so, it’s my social duty therefore to do so).Its headed up by William Drabble, best known for his 10-year stint at Aubergineand retaining Gordon Ramsays Michelin star. Mercifully for him, less than a yearafter becoming the present incumbent at Seven Park Place, a Michelin star was flunghis way and he has been cooking great food ever since. Unfortunately, at 6.30pm on a wet Tuesday evening, and after shouting at ITguy outside (why cant you wear a suit? This is a nice place etc etc), tensionswere strained. Walking through the impassive bar area to the restaurant, wewere met with an unyielding oblong table, where we sat rather stiffly at one end.Unsurprisingly, we were the only couple in the restaurant until about 7.30pm,where two financial services types wandered in and sat across from us. I gaped atthem for quite some time after only having an incongruous Buddha and ratherheavy wallpaper to look at for the past hour, myself and IT guy were grateful for thepause in taut conversation. I digress. While the dcor, as well as a severe case of sunburn from a weekend on asunbed in Marbella, was proving slightly uncomfortable, the food stands out like abad case of sunburn in a City office (mine, again). The six-course gourmand menu is,quite simply, incredible. Drabbles piece de la resistance is the seared foie gras, with endive and bloodorange. Im usually a staunch defender of the pt, maintaining that ever since ayear spent living in South West France where I saw posters with geese force-fed,Ive never been able to touch it. Until now, at any rate. IT guy and I chowed it downwith gusto, stopping to gasp at how the blood orange complemented the buttery foiegras. Onto the scallops served cold, with slippery nuggets of white asparagus and asweet and sour vinaigrette; and the lobster tortellini a calorific, gluttony freshpasta dish spilling out with creamy lobster. At this point, Im sure Ive broken allseven sins. Tiny portions of gnocchi topped with roasted chicken wing came next, a sort ofamuse-bouche with just the right amount of saltiness, followed by the highlightof the evening: lamb with garlic puree and rosemary. Tender, full of flavour anddeliciously moreish. Only the dessert to go in food Armageddon, which turned out tobe the simplest of them all roasted pineapple with lime and ginger. Perfection. Doubtless, it goes without saying that theres some intelligent wine matching goingon here prosecco with the scallops, a pinot noir with the chicken and a sweetMuscat with the pineapple. A friend had told me several weeks earlier that when eating Michelin-starred food,you suddenly got what food was really about. Holler at you sister, I got this. Seven Park Place,7 Park Place,London,SW1A 1LS <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10600/CityBird-Seven-Park-Place-Mayfair.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Wed, 25 Apr 2012 16:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10600/CityBird-Seven-Park-Place-Mayfair.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10589/Rome-Away-From-Home.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/NKarhNbc/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Wowing the Michelin star-makers with Rome’s La Pergola, Heinz Beck repeats the trick at Apsleys. Bravo! agrees Mark Hedley.Entering the Lanesborough feels more like walking into someones house than a five-star hotel. Admittedly, someones bloody big house, but a house nonetheless. Theres no bustling concierge desk or lobby bar rammed to the rafters with Louis Vuitton holdalls and Vertu-toting Russians. Instead, its understated old-world class, as if a country house had been craned over from a National Trust estate and dropped on Hyde Park Corner. And in the centre of this house is one hell of a conservatory. Apsleys restaurant is the Lanesboroughs showpiece. Thanks to its arching glass roof, its a solarium during the day and an observatory at night the glass panels twinkling not with stars (were still in London, remember) but with the light from three prodigious chandeliers. The interior is succinctly defined as Venetian art deco plush, but without falling into the overly flamboyant. Not dissimilar, then, to the food. Apsleys is the first restaurant outside Italy by renowned chef Heinz Beck (German, yes, but dont let that put you off). Holder of three Michelin stars at Romes La Pergola, Beck soon worked his charm on the Michelin men, earning Apsleys its first star within months of opening becoming, in fact, the quickest such bestowment upon any London establishment. The menu has a reassuringly classic Italian foundation sea bass cannolo, slow-braised veal cheek, Becks signature carbonara fagottelli but enough Mediterranean flair and variety to ensure this culinary heritage doesnt become overly laboured. While my wife exclaimed her scallops to be the best shed eaten in London, my foie gras terrine was a masterpiece. Served with smoked apple and crushed amaretti, it was as sweet as a tarte tatin, especially when paired with a feather-light brioche. A zuppe e primi of risotto with langoustine carpaccio was one of the most indulgent things Ive eaten in a long while, but worth every fork-full. The Segovia suckling pig to follow was possibly not the best tactical dining decision given how rich my meal had been so far, but we were well past the point of no return a superb Castello del Terriccio Tassinaia 2006 (basically, an Italian claret) helping us well on our way. Which might explain the decision to tag-team a cheese and dessert combo. While my wife waited for her chocolate souffl (accompanied with Tahitian vanilla bean cream) we dived into the cheese trolley. It was here we discovered Testun al Barolo. Made from the mixed milks of ewe, goat and cow, this incredibly complex mountain cheese is veined with a nebbiolo grape must, having aged for four months in small oak barrels. By the end of this expansive (and expensive) Italian feast, the only question was, did we still have any room for the petits fours and chefs liqueurs? Well, when in Rome Apsleys, The Lanesborough, SW1X 7TA; 020 7259 5599; lanesborough.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10589/Rome-Away-From-Home.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 23 Apr 2012 16:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10589/Rome-Away-From-Home.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10581/CityBird-Free-Beer-For-St-Georgea-s-Day.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/pDN0sjhJ/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> CityBird doesnt mess about when it comes to free drinks. Find out where you can get free booze on St Georges Day.While approximately two people know when or what St George’s Day is, the City does: because there’s free booze involved, natch.  Next Monday, in honour of this very English day, the Lamb Tavern in the heart of Leadenhall Market is going out-and-out British. Predictably, the pub will be decked out in white and red, and it’s setting up an all-day pop up bar outside. If it couldn’t get any more chintzy, morris dancing kicks off at noon in the market.  The Best of British theme rumbles on with a world record attempt at reciting Shakespeare. If you fancy reciting four lines from Henry V, turn up at 12.30 to register for the world record attempt at 1.15. Fancy getting some practice? The lines are below…  “I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:Follow your spirit, and upon this chargeCry ‘God for Harry, England and St. George!”  If it’s all sounding a bit BNP, there’s free booze to cool off. Grab a complimentary pint of Bombardier, Young’s Bitter or a glass of wine just by registering at The Lamb Tavern’s website (link below). Selected beers are only £2 a pint after that, if, you know, you’re knackered after slaying a dragon. The Lamb Tavern10-12 Leadenhall MarketLondonEC3V 1LR lambtavernleadenhall.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10581/CityBird-Free-Beer-For-St-Georgea-s-Day.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 19 Apr 2012 14:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10581/CityBird-Free-Beer-For-St-Georgea-s-Day.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10578/CityBird-Bright-Courtyard-Club.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/ahLzSOF9/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Marylebone is neither short of decent restaurants, nor of boutique investment companies that frequent the former. But new addition Bright Courtyard Club, on Baker Street, might just shake up the tired chains that live along the infamous road.It would be disingenuous to focus purely on BCCs merits as a restaurant. Rather, it is a concierge service linked to some of the capitals most premium brands Ralph Lauren and the Playboy Club in particular. Essentially, BCC is an upmarket Chinese, focusing particularly on the cuisine of Shanghai. Having partaken in what can only be described as a booze parade in the Chinese metropolis only a month previously, I know the lingo, and I know the food (and FYI, its not that sticky chow mein or greasy sweet and sour pork). But did BCC live up to my high expectations? Booking a table for 6.30pm has two advantages: having chowed down three courses in record time to make it home for The Apprentice, and being guaranteed a decent 30 minutes chinwagging before the sound of your neighbours chairs being scraped back eliminate any chance of a meaningful conversation. Arriving at BCC, it was empty, save for a slew of waiters and waitresses, who outnumbered us four to one. iPads soon arrived, with both a Hong Kong-style menu (that sticky chow mein again) and a Shanghai menu. Its not quite as revolutionary as it sounds, though: you browse, choose, and then order from a waiter in the normal way. A wobbly start, but the food is as good as youll find it in Shanghai. Soft dim sum filled with soup, grilled scallops and chilli, steamed aubergine and silky tofu. For the adventurous theres the famous Shanghai abalone (shark fin) and birds nest soup (basically a birds phlegm, boiled down into a soup). Then there are the classics: sea bass, prawns in Sichuan sauce and everybodys favourite Peking duck but without the grease and sloppiness. It goes without saying that chopsticks and impeccable table manners are appreciated here: the service is pleasant and deferential JUST LIKE IN CHINA. By 9pm, the guest to waiter ratio was down to about 1:1, which in such an expansive space (there are private dining rooms to the back too) was slightly jarring. But, just as the middle classes are transforming Chinas economy, itll be the suits that transform BCC. And once theyve had a sniff of top-class Chinese cooking, Ive no doubt theyll keep coming back. For the food, mind; not just because theyll also get looked after at The Playboy Club after dinner. Bright Courtyard Club,45-48 Baker Street,London,W1U 8EW <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10578/CityBird-Bright-Courtyard-Club.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 19 Apr 2012 09:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10578/CityBird-Bright-Courtyard-Club.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10573/The-Strip-Of-A-Lifetime.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/kcA8kg3e/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> They say ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’, but former England rugby international Jason Robinson is struggling to keep his mouth shut...The HSBC US Sevens series has taken place in Las Vegas every February since 2010, providing the perfect alibi for rugby fanatics (including my brother and I) to head Stateside and pop our Vegas cherry without wasting a dollar on a fruit machine. When flying first class, the citys infectious hedonism hits you even before you even leave the UK. BAs Terminal 5 lounge was temporarily home to eager, well-to-do rugby fans geared up for a long weekend in a place where luxury knows no bounds. As well as watching the rugby in style, I tried some seriously exhilarating activities, saw incredible evening entertainment and dined out in a city with more Michelin-starred restaurants than New York, Los Angeles or San Francisco. As our plane landed, I was thrilled by the impressive lights of the Las Vegas Strip. The place could be a huge neon illusion, appearing out of nowhere in the middle of a desert, then, as you home in, you get a feel of the scale the hotels are like cities in themselves. Once out of the airport it became clear that everything about this trip would be extravagant and I felt like I was entering a film set. In our stretched Hummer limo we passed iconic hotels like the MGM Grand, Planet Hollywood and the Strips newest addition, the Cosmopolitan before pulling up outside the one and only Bellagio, the hotel that featured alongside George Clooney and Brad Pitt in Oceans Eleven. The Bellagios fountain display performs up to 30 times daily and from 3pm holiday-makers stand at its banks, mesmerised by whats said to be the most ambitious and complex water feature ever built. Our room was stylish and modern with techie features like electronic curtain controls. Not surprisingly, the hotel had a vast casino covering the entire ground floor and though I didnt gamble, the gaming vibe gave a lively, buzzing atmosphere but you could almost smell the optimism in the air a bit like the Twickenham terraces on match day. We had our first bite of Las Vegas fare in the classy, relaxed Sage at Aria, which definitely set the tone for the rest of our culinary experiences in the city. Sage serves contemporary American cuisine and we couldnt resist the six-course taster menu when in Rome, and all that. Content and with stomachs full, we hit the bustling Strip for a stroll to walk it off. The following morning we travelled to the Las Vegas Motor Speedway to meet Enrico Bertaggio, an Italian former Ferrari racing driver, with whom we enjoyed some spirited rugby banter around the England v Italy game taking place later that day. Bertaggio recently launched Dream Racing, a driving experience that gave us an opportunity to take a Ferrari F430 GT out on the track and put it through its paces. Ive driven some nice cars in my time but this was up there with the best. I got out feeling like an F1 professional until I was driven round the track by Bertaggio. I think he wanted to get one up on me early on and after the first lap, which involved some serious cornering, acceleration and hard braking, I was close to needing a change of underwear. So, 10 to Italy, then. Later that evening, after wandering past Paris (a hotel themed on the French capital with a 165m tall Eiffel Tower replica) we had fantastic tapas and a seafood paella at Julian Serrano at Aria which is known for its native Spanish small plates. Come Saturday we hit Sam Boyd Stadium to watch some rugby. The 30,000-strong crowds served as a great reminder of how popular Sevens has become. Our seats in the HSBC hospitality suite were ideally placed just behind the posts and almost within touching distance of the players. Not only did we see some exciting rugby, but I managed to do a fair bit of networking, too, with the international corporate guests. Who saysyou cant mix business with pleasure? After a fantastic meal in the Japonais restaurant at The Mirage we met up with legendary All Black Michael Jones, also at the Sevens that day. He invited us to a charity concert at Planet Hollywood starring UB40s Ali Campbell. Not only did it finish off a great day, but it was also the first time I had seen my brother dance. I think he would appreciate me ending that story there, so I will. Our Sunday brought an exciting end to the Sevens with Samoa triumphing over the All Blacks. The tens of thousands of fans, especially those in fancy dress, give the tournament its colour and excitement. Even with our competing teams I feel theres a real sense of unity out in the stands. To cap a weekend of playful patriotism and support for the England lads, we headed to the Mirage resort to watch the Beatles tribute Love, one of the seven Cirque Du Soleil shows on offer in the city. I was amazed at the breathtaking choreography and acrobatic performances in this true Las Vegas spectacle. The costumes were remarkable, too, with homage paid to everything stereotypically British from telephone boxes to bowler hats. It was kitsch on acid (Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, presumably) but it worked. With mouths still wide open, we headed to the three Michelin-starred Jol Robuchon at MGM Grand fine dining at its very best. The magnificent French chefs tasting menu included oysters, pigeon and snapper, and was a culinary experience to remember. Monday morning delivered the type of nervousness and excitement that I usually associate with international rugby matches as we took the Wind Dancer tour with Maverick Helicopters, a flight which includes a 3,500ft descent to land inside the Grand Canyon. Our helicopter flew us from neon to nature in minutes, passing over the Hoover Dam and across Lake Mead, revealing the other side of Nevada. The scenery was out of this world. After passing over Fortification Hill an extinct volcano we arrived at the Grand Canyon. What a sight! The mountains disappeared as the helicopter descended below the rim onto a private landing area where we sat down to a champagne brunch. We spent our final evening in the Picasso restaurant at the Bellagio Hotel where, with original Picasso masterpieces surrounding us, we were spoilt for aesthetics. The food was incredible, too four courses of Mediterranean culinary genius with officially the best scallops Ive ever tasted. I couldnt think of a more aptly extravagant settling to enjoy a glass of wine while reflecting on our action-packed week. Viva Las Vegas! TRAVEL DETAILS British Airways offers four nights at the five-star Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas (bellagio.com) from 5,249 per person, based on two people sharing, departing July 11. Includes return British Airways flights in Club World (business) from Heathrow and accommodation only. Tel: 0844 4930758. Maverick Tours Wind Dancer helicopter experience with a Grand Canyon landing, 312 per person. Dream Racing experience with five high-speed laps around the track, 314 per person. For more information on Las Vegas, please get in touch with the Las Vegas Visitors and Convention Authority, Tel: 020 7367 0979. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10573/The-Strip-Of-A-Lifetime.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 17 Apr 2012 14:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10573/The-Strip-Of-A-Lifetime.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10565/Get-In-The-Swim-To-Win.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/tpXK8WJr/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Triathlon may be tagged ‘three sports one passion’ but get the water leg wrong and your whole event will be sunk, says Jon Hawkins.For the majority of novice triathletes and plenty of more experienced ones, too the swim leg is the most feared of the three. It may be the shortest proportionally, but as the first discipline of any triathlon its also the platform on which your whole race is built. Swim well and youll be fresh for the bike, swim badly and youre left with a herculean task to make up the time youve lost. So what can you do to make sure you havent ruined your race before youve even clipped into the pedals? The somewhat surprising answer, according to expert triathlon swim coach Ray Gibbs, is to think like a golfer. In golf, its more important to hit the ball with the clubs sweet-spot rather than to hit it hard thats good physics, he explains. Its the same principle with swimming. Its much more important to set the body up to eliminate drag from the stroke than to make the swimmer stronger, or even fitter. Gibbs describes the busy, working man as his bread and butter, which makes him the perfect man to lend his expertise in squeezing maximum swimming performance from the Citys weekend warriors at the square mile Triathlon Academy. Im very good at getting speed from limited time in the pool, he says. He cites the example of Paul Burton, who works at a Covent Garden-based private equity firm and decided to take up triathlons in 2008 despite limited swimming experience. In 2009, he began regular coaching sessions with Gibbs and was soon producing sparkling results in standard and iron-distance races. Burton praises Gibbs thoroughness, the simplicity of his methods and a refreshingly pleasant manner. Ray just keeps things really simple, he says. Hell pick up on a certain aspect of your stroke that needs work and show you a drill to improve it. Based in Canary Wharf, Gibbs uses an endless pool (in which you swim against a current of water originating from one end of a small pool, like a swimming treadmill) for his coaching sessions. Burton describes it as a great resource for videoing and analysing your technique, because the current magnifies any mistakes youre making. Join the square mile Triathlon Academy and youll have access to Gibbs award-winning coaching skills, with personalised drills to whip your stroke into shape and a DVD recording of your session to take home and analyse, so when race day comes youll be on top of your game in the swim. At most triathlons you see half the field staggering out of the water, heads spinning, says Gibbs. Its important to get out as fresh as possible. Sign up now, and youll give yourself the best chance of doing just that. Join thesquare mile Triathlon Academy and learn to train like a professional triathlete, with access to everything from the science in the clinic, the training regimes on the road or in the pool and even the pros themselves. For more info call Mike on 020 7819 9999. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10565/Get-In-The-Swim-To-Win.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 16 Apr 2012 14:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10565/Get-In-The-Swim-To-Win.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10563/Fisker-Karma.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/NSbC5mrY/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> For too long, the Toyota Prius has been the ‘eco-conscience’ of the Hollywood garage. But thanks to US carmaker Fisker, its new Karma should make this a thing of the past.Leonardo Di Caprio has bought one, and if its good enough for the Great Gatsby, its good enough for us. Like the Prius, the Karma is a hybrid but there the similarities end. Before we even consider its eco-credentials, just look at it. LOOK AT IT! Designed by the man who created the prettiest BMW ever the Z8 the Karmas snarling looks would make a Ferrari blush and an Aston wheeze. Then theres the solar panels in the roof, which run all the cars electronics. And the paint which gets its twinkle from recycled glass. Its almost so good to look at it would be easy to forget what this car does best and thats drive. On sale now from 65,000. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10563/Fisker-Karma.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 16 Apr 2012 13:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10563/Fisker-Karma.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10561/Unmissable-Private-Sale-in-Marbella-with-Splendia-Luxury-amp-Character-Hotels.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/gu39dUtR/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> The stunning Villa Padierna is part of Splendia’s collection of Luxury & Character Hotels. Every week, Splendia handpicks exclusive Private Sales offers for its members. This week, seize the opportunity to revel in the sun-soaked glory of the Hotel Villa Padierna Palace in Marbella. Members can enjoy an exclusive 20% discount, complete with an indulgent breakfast and spa package.Nestled on the Costa del Sol, Hotel Villa Padierna Palaceresides behind a stunning exterior and is set just steps from the Mediterranean Seas azure waters. Not for nothing was this hotel chosen by Michelle Obama as the ideal getaway: taking inspiration from the opulent palaces of Tuscany, it offers guests a no-holds-barred approach to luxury. Personal, attentive service and incredible facilities are housed in elegant surroundings and kissed with Spanish sunshine. Its time to sit back, cocktail in hand, and take a breather from 2012. Slide into serene swimming pools or simply soak in the sun on sandy beaches. For ultimate relaxation, the hotels award-winning Thermae Spa is an ideal retreat, with an indoor swimming pool, Greek sauna, plunge pool, Roman thermal baths and two Finnish saunas, as well as a plethora of luxurious treatments. Active pursuits are abundant, with an extensive and well-equipped fitness centre, racquet club and three surrounding golf fields, and lessons from professionals on offer at the American Golf Academy. Spouses whove long tired of seeing their loved ones swing can enjoy a workout in the fitness centre or a well-deserved cocktail in the Beach Club. Sophisticated dining options abound at Villa Padierna Palace Marbella. Enjoy views of the Gibraltar and the African coastline alongside Spanish and international cuisine in La Loggia, or savour the gourmet creations of renowned chef Victor Taborda at La Veranda. Recline under shady trees at the poolside bar and terrace, or enjoy a traditional English atmosphere at Eddys Bar, complete with roaring fireplace and a selection of cigars and aged whiskies. Works of Italian and Andalusian art and antiques from the owners private collection are complemented by views of the rolling gardens and golf course, sun-dappled swimming pool, shimmering sea or Roman amphitheatre in the guestrooms. Rooms, suites and villas are individually and meticulously decorated; beds are expanses of crisp white sheets saluted by majestic headboards, fresh flowers sit on antique tables, whilst fluffy bathrobes and luxury linens are discreet finishing touches to ensure guests feel truly at home. This offer is not to be missed for those looking to escape the rain-soaked streets that so many of us call home. Imagine waking up to one of Hotel Villa Padierna Palaces sun-dappled succulent breakfasts, or relaxing during a hot stone massage All with an incredible 20% reduction, exclusively for members of Splendia. splendia.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10561/Unmissable-Private-Sale-in-Marbella-with-Splendia-Luxury-amp-Character-Hotels.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 16 Apr 2012 11:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10561/Unmissable-Private-Sale-in-Marbella-with-Splendia-Luxury-amp-Character-Hotels.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10540/Paradise-By-Numbers.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/wtED7U2E/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> When it comes to an idyllic holiday destination, everything about Mauritius simply adds up: the spas, the beaches, the golf courses – and the mojitos. Jack Donne says it’s more than the sum of its parts.205: the miles of talcum powder-white coastline. Eight: the number of 18-hole golf courses. Five: the number of stars of my hotel (naturally). Four: the number of mojitos I can take before starting to slur. And one: the island that has it all. Mauritius is as close to a paint-it-by-numbers paradise as youll ever find. It has everything you could want from a holiday destination. Although, theres still no magic fix for a mojito hangover but a day in one of the islands spas should help. The jewel of the Indian Ocean, Mauritius even has its own crown a coral reef barrier that encircles almost the entire island, just a few hundred metres from the shore. This stunning natural wonder frames a rugged but beautiful interior, featuring dormant volcanoes, tumbling waterfalls, pockets of dense, green rainforest, tea plantations, colonial mansions and field upon field of rich, green sugarcane (now you see where allthe rum comes from). The island was quick to realise the well-being revolution too, offering a cornucopia of spas. Asian massages and ocean-inspired treatments might be mixed with age-old African and Creole remedies, or courses in eastern meditation. They also make the most of internationally renowned companies Clarins, Givenchy, Guerlain, La Prairie and Shiseido all have a home here. For example, The Maradiva Villas Resort Spa (pictured below) is home to an award-winning Ayurvedic spa that specialises in yoga and Indian treatments. In the same way that spas are mixing local with international, the food scene is equally diverse. Visitors can expect to be tempted by a realm of delicious, multi-cultural dishes, ranging from Creole rougailles, Indian curries and Chinese sweet-and-sour pork to the finest French haute cuisine Alain Ducasse even has an outpost on the island. Talking of international names, the island teems with Hollywood movie stars, fashion icons and famous pop stars all gracing the islands ivory shores. Of course, one of the real appeals of Mauritius is seclusion and when you want to escape, there are plenty of opportunities: private secluded gardens, dining terraces for two, even uninhabited islets off the coast to which you can decamp. One hotel, Le Touessrok, even has an island thats been turned into a golf course. Over the last few years Mauritius has blossomed as a world-class golfing destination drawing big names such as the Ernie Els course at Anahita and hosting the prestigious MCB Mauritius PGA Open at Constance Hotels Belle Mare Plage. Besides the famous Gymkhana Club the oldest golf club in the southern hemisphere Mauritius boasts a grand total of eight 18-hole golf courses and four nine-hole courses. Each one of them is internationally rated and all offer different challenges against a stunning backdrop. So, there are only three things for you to decide on. When are you going to go? Where are you going to stay? And how many mojitos can you manage? Visit mauritiuspromos.co.uk to see Mauritius holidays from the following tour operators: <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10540/Paradise-By-Numbers.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 16 Apr 2012 04:00:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10540/Paradise-By-Numbers.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10558/CityBird-s-Bar-of-the-Week-1-Lombard-Street.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/xYJNsXXD/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> CityBird gives her seal of approval to a City institution.This bar knows its clientele unpretentious, classic and with enviously deep pockets. 1 Lombard Street is thrillingly City: both in its location on the nub between King William Street and Poultry (so not really Lombard Street at all) and its history, as its address has wined, dined and entertained suits for years. And its still the number one traditional City location: proven by my companions screech of ONE LOMBARD STREET???, high-pitched enough to shatter windows in Kent, when I told her where we were drinking. Housed in a former Grade II-listed bank (as so many of Cornhill and Lombard Streets bars are), 1 Lombard is where the City talks, eats and even gets married if youre that dedicated to EC1. The circular bar sits underneath the domed cupola, providing a centerpiece for the neo-classical style restaurant. Brasserie-style booths and starched white tables surround, where, thankfully the acoustics are such that nobody can overhear the deals signed at the next table. Its a frightfully decadent place for a weekday post market-close catch-up with a friend perfect for those nights when a warm house wine in the local just wont cut it. The highlight, as ever, comes from the central bar. Insouciant barmen whip up classics such as the rose martini owhisky sour, or meander easily through house specialties such as the flirtini or gin-based innocent. The straight-up caipirina was a decent warm-up for the champagne bellini that followed as is with most City bars, the champagne cocktails never fail to hit the right spot. Obviously, theres a decent wine list, both by the glass and by the carafe, but its the cocktails that really shine. While the brasserie and the restaurant require a bit of forward planning, the bar food is very reasonably priced, and it means you dont have to leave a spot that allows a 180 vista of the Citys most beautiful people. Theres beef carpaccio, calamari and moules frites available as nibbles, although the staff are so attentive that they will usually be willing to serve full-on brasserie food to your seat. Its so enchanting it errs on the side of gastro debauchery. In a time where there is a cri de coeur for such comforting, traditional, classical City bars all I can say is flex your bank account, and settle in for the night at 1 Lombard. 1 Lombard Street,London,EC3V 9AA <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10558/CityBird-s-Bar-of-the-Week-1-Lombard-Street.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Fri, 13 Apr 2012 14:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10558/CityBird-s-Bar-of-the-Week-1-Lombard-Street.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10553/In-The-Swing-Of-Things.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/tUYWqAWs/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Join us for squaremile.com’s golf day at The Grove on 8 September, with training from the world number-one golfer’s mind guru…To join us email golf@squaremile.comor call Mike Gluckman on 020 7819 9999. Half Price Summer Offer - 795 reduced to 395 for the first 12 applicants only. For a limited time only take the chance to enjoy this fantastic golfing experience at half the guide price. But be quick - it's only the first 12 to apply who qualify. Great Britain has had a lot to be proud of in the last decade. When it comes to sport, weve certainly upped our game. From Jonny Wilkinsons epic drop goal against Australia in the 2003 Rugby World Cup final to world number one golfer Luke Donalds historic double victory on the US and European money lists last year, sport is coming home. Both of these particular success stories and many more like it owe a lot to the guidance of one man: Dave Alred MBE PhD is one of the most prolific sports coaches in the country, leading the field in mental prep, skills acquisition and performing under pressure. Hailing from the world of rugby union, he began to build his legacy as part of the England camp and acted as assistant coachfor more than 106 tests (19952006) as wellas three tours with the British Lions. Jonny Wilkinson explains the Alred effect: I know how much confidence it gave me to know that I had the best kicking coach in the world working with me on my preparation and self-belief. As a direct result of his influence on Wilkinson and the 2003 World Cup victory, Alred was awarded his MBE in 2004. Since then he has spent time training everyone from the Royal Navy and fighter pilots to premiership footballers and even some of the worlds most high-pressured corporate leaders. Last year, he even spent time in Australia training acrobatic dolphins how to focus on the job at hand. Alred trains his clients to achieve under pressure so no matter what conditions hit them at that all-important point of delivery, the mind is focused on the task in front of them. Just imagine what this man could do for you and your own golfing skill. Well, thats exactly what the Square Mile Travel Club has teed up for you this 8 September. Its not very often an opportunity like this arises, so we grabbed the chance to partner with Alred with both hands. This autumn, we will be hosting a one-day training programme in association with premium golf experience company Xclusive Golf. It will be an intimate affair giving a small group of readers the chance to hone their skills with Alred at The Grove Golf Club. Half Price Summer Offer - 795 reduced to 395 for the first 12 applicants only. For a limited time only take the chance to enjoy this fantastic golfing experience at half the guide price. But be quick - it's only the first 12 to apply on the below email address or phone number who qualify. Numbers will be extremely limited, so if you are interested please emailgolf@squaremile.comor call Mike Gluckman on 020 7819 9999. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10553/In-The-Swing-Of-Things.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 12 Apr 2012 15:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10553/In-The-Swing-Of-Things.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10552/CityBird-Le-CafA-Anglais.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/ccc8pJFs/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> CityBird says that if you find yourself in Bayswater there is only one place to go for dinner.Bayswater is a funny little place. Lined with kebab shops, tacky souvenirs and shisha bars, its the last place youd expect a swanky restaurant. But this is London, where council estates sit cheek-by-jowl with 1 million-plus properties, and branches of McDonalds jostle for customer space with award-winning restaurants. Its in this vein that Le Caf Anglais, a retrograde little Anglo-French restaurant at the top of Whiteleys shopping centre, exists. It might all be about location, location, location but dont let its slightly incongruous one put you off. Once youve navigated the entrances (either by plush lift or at the top level of the shopping mecca), its as though the shops below selling mugs of William and Kate never existed. Head chef Rowley Leigh, formerly of Kensington Place, has created an old-school, buzzy Parisian bistro, complete with slippery leather booths, distressed mirrors and starched white tablecloths. It reminds me of the all-day bars I used to frequent when bumming around in Paris in late 2007, except these bars didnt have a prominent central banquet bar from where champagne flowed freely (it was Stella instead). This is the kind of place that when they offer an aperitif, you ask for a kir royal. As is so often the case, the food takes centre stage here in Bayswater, with a daily changing menu. Some very reasonably priced small hors doeuvres to start include salmon teriyaki, kipper pate with a boiled egg, and mortadella with celeriac none of which we had much appetite to eat. (It was 7pm, IT guy and I were slammed from a weeks work.) Oyster fans can fill their boots here, though and indeed, a large birthday table came to sit down next to us with plate upon plate of oysters, reminiscent of a Man vs Food challenge. Being gluttonous at ever, we moved onto the first courses lamb sweetbreads with salsa verde (delicious, if a bit too heavy for a first course) and the crab linguine with chilli and mint (perfection). Leigh has combined the best flavours of French food, with the larger-than-average size of an English meal. Settling on the mains, IT guy chose a tender bone-in sirloin steak, while I opted for a chicken breast with herbes de provence, prepared fresh in the kitchens rotisserie. (Another brownie point for Le Caf Anglais. Where else boasts a rotisserie?) Sides of gratin and creamed spinach were at best superfluous, as the dishes are seriously super-sized. While IT guy enjoyed his meal so much he practically dribbled his steak down his chin, he conceded that my chicken was the highlight: tender on the inside, but with a crisp of skin outside. Needless to say, we were too full for dessert, although I did weakly accept a crme caramel. Yet another pat on the back for the service, as nobody said a word as we plumped for a bottle of fruity Rioja, destined not to match any food we were having. That kind of sums up the service its the type you dont really remember, which I suppose is the best kind. Yes, you cry, its in Bayswater home of central Londons only ice rink. But remember, Queensway is on the Central Line, so just a short hop from Bank. And where else do the French and English sit together so contentedly? 8 Porchester Gardens LondonW2 4DB <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10552/CityBird-Le-CafA-Anglais.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 12 Apr 2012 15:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10552/CityBird-Le-CafA-Anglais.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10541/Portugala-s-Silver-Lining.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/BIzPKwd4/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Loren Penney can’t get enough of the breathtaking beaches, stunning scenery and the rich history of Portugal’s Silver Coast.Think Portugal and youd be forgiven for conjuring up images of sundrenched tourist traps and Judith Chalmers tanning herself but there is so much more to the westernmost country in Europe than you may realize. Safe in the predictability of Southern Portugal, I was slightly apprehensive about a visit to the Silver Coast, so called due to the Atlantic facing natural coastline but the lure of some of the globes most spectacular beaches, a world famous chocolate festival and the cheapest capital city in Europe (hello shopping) managed to persuade me. With my radar always tuned to sniff out value for money, I was also, of course, more than a little curious to see the attraction of the region that property investors were still flocking to in their droves despite the treacherous Portuguese economy. I began my exploration north of the capital Lisbon, with a stay at the newly developed, Bom Sucesso Design Resort on the edge of the bidos Lagoon. After an eternity of what felt like driving along mountain roads and through dense forests, a glimpse of a Vegas inspired fountain and a mass of architecturally designed buildings blended into the countryside, caught my attention. Add to that an 18 hole champion golf course and all the facilities you would expect from 5 star resorts and I was sold. It all started to make sense. The nearest town to the ecologically friendly design resort is bidos, a medieval hilltop village that is also a World Heritage Site dont you know, not to mention the location for the annual Chocolate Festival. As it is currently celebrating its 10th anniversary this year, it was of course rude not to visit and do some sampling. On approach it was clear to see that this small town was the main hub of activity in the area with more people than I had seen all day, not to mention a few sightseeing coaches. Picture postcard quaint cobbled streets surrounded by the original walls of the medieval castle was of stark contrast to the sleek lines and modern architecture of the Bom Sucesso resort, but somehow it all rather fitted together. The chocolate helped of course. Now the Silver Coast is renowned for its blue flag beaches, the Atlantic shoreline a draw for surfing enthusiasts worldwide and when you are told that this is some of the most stunning scenery you will ever see, you have no choice but to go and see this for yourself, full of expectation. The Silver Coast goes on forever. There are literally miles and miles of unspoilt coastline with glistening blue sea and powdery, golden sand. The view will simply take your breath away, rivaling many a famous beach. Its such a rarity to see landscape so untouched by the human hand in Europe. If the views took your fancy then you simply cannot leave without trying some of the renowned seafood in the area. Peniche, a glorious small fishing port is the place to go for the freshest catch of the day. The only decision youll have to make is Seabass or Seabream? After falling head over heels for this part of Portugal it was time to travel a little further south for a weekend of City frolics in Lisbon. Im ashamed to say Lisbon is probably one of the only major cities in Europe that I havent visited and I was more than a little excited to see what it had to offer. Staying in the Small Luxury Hotels of the World recommendation, The Internacionale Design Hotel, I knew I was in good hands. With a location that couldnt be any more central if it tried it is the perfect base to mooch around the delights of the Portuguese capital. Having stayed in many SLH hotels, you have certain expectations about style and service and I have to say that this compact hotel more than exceeded all of mine. From the chauffeur driven airport pick up complete with a history lesson on Lisbon to the fantastically funky interior design of the hotel itself, everything about the design hotel was highly commendable. With clever use of space, a neon lit staircase, a suspended art gallery viewable by lift and a choice of different themed rooms this is definitely a hotel for the style conscious traveller. Out of a choice of Tribe, Zen, Pop and Urban designed rooms; I was staying in Pop on the top floor of the hotel. Fantastic for a Warhol and Lichtenstein lover like myself. White plastic furniture, draped curtains and spherical lamps complimented bubblegum pink walls. The bathroom separated by a frosted glass door (no inhibitions here) a brilliant lime green, decorated with quotes from Andy Warhol clashing against the neon pink toilet roll and branded towels. It should be garish but it wasnt, it oozed nothing but fun. With giant plasma screens, outstanding views of Lisbon for the girls and PlayStations for the boys, this hotel aims to please. For the business travellers out there, the attic Heaven room (see what theyve done there?) caters for all your business needs from Wi-Fi, iPod docks, Lego inspired furniture and artwork that is taken off the wall and transforms into Perspex chairs (of course) there are even secretive massage pods for when all that wheeling and dealing gets a bit too much like hard work. This really is a hotel that has thought of everything. Literally everything, even the cutlery is high design. Lisbon itself posses a rustic charm that is both its highlight and its downfall. Yes, some parts could benefit from a lick of paint but the glorious unpretentiousness of it is somewhat refreshing. Its seven hills, steeped in history, can be reached by tram for the unfit (or just plain lazy) amongst us and the riverfront dockside of Alcntara is the perfect spot to whittle away an afternoon in the sunshine with a Caipirinha in hand (Lisbon is said to be the second hottest capital city in Europe). Nightlife varies from the inexpensive but mouth wateringly good restaurants such as the Italian Limoncello to the uber trendy bars and clubs like Silk that are a hangout for the Portuguese jet set. This stretch of Portugal caters for all tastes and budgets and I cant help feeling a little disappointed in myself that I had left it this long to visit. Bom Sucesso www.bomsucesso.net +351 262 965 300Internatcional Design Hotel www.idesignhotel.com +351 213 240 990Small Luxury Hotels of The World www.slh.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10541/Portugala-s-Silver-Lining.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 10 Apr 2012 11:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10541/Portugala-s-Silver-Lining.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10537/Tibits-Heddon-Street.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/Xg2S9JCH/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Forget meat at lunchtime, Tibits offers vegetarian grub thatll have even the most dedicated carnivores coming back for more.Its all very well having an all-out dining experience where you are waited on hand and foot like a financial king but there are times when, amid those back-breaking multi-million deals, that you want to tell the world to sod off and just simply be left alone to enjoy your meal in peace. Tibits, not only caters to that solitary need, it is also tailor made for those pesky and harder-to-cater-for vegan and veggie dietary demands. Sister restaurant to Zurichs outstanding Hiltl (Europes oldest vegetarian restaurant and a must-eat destination when you are next in town), Tibits has taken on the laid-back charm that its older sibling has become known for. Located on Heddon St, its close enough to hedgie heartland to make the worthy lunchtime walk. With no a la carte menu, me and my (purposely chosen) carnivorous companion went plate in hand to the food boat. Forty dishes of all tastes and sizes laid out in all their glory, it was like a Mr Motivator picknmix; perfectly balanced and full of colour. Free from the limitations of a predefined meal, we whirled our palates round a culinary world the only thing holding us back was the looming thought at what the plates would weigh in at (yes, it really is like a picknmix!). Throwing caution to the wind, I haphazardly matched mushroom risotto made with spelt rice with quark ginger gnocchi and spring vegetables, laced the sides with Thai green aubergine curry, the odd falafel and a healthy serving of their freshly-made tzatziki, among other things. It was a real feast and I certainly wasnt going to be bothered with polite portions and dainty bites. The food didnt last long, despite the mountainous task we had created for ourselves, and the puddings were just as good and, of course, we didnt confine ourselves to just one. Surprisingly, after all of that, neither of us felt disgusted with ourselves or ill at the thought of another mouthful Tibits is also a glutton-friendly environment, apparently. Tibits really have nailed this niche in the market and have done it so well that even the more flesh-loving diner, like my companion on the night, not only doesnt notice the lack of meat on their plate, but they also revisit of their own free will bringing with them more of their kind to convert. Tibits, 12-14 Heddon Street, London W1B 4DA <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10537/Tibits-Heddon-Street.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 10 Apr 2012 09:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10537/Tibits-Heddon-Street.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10535/CityBird-Get-Boozed-Up-For-Good-Friday.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/c7eA5dTm/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> It’s Good Friday tomorrow, which only means one thing – you can drink yourself into oblivion tonight, and not worry about the searing hangover at your desk tomorrow morning.Obviously, the City has taken advantage: here’s my round-up of where to get off your perch for as little as possible tonight. First April deal of the month – book a table for six or more at Corney Barrow after 5pm and get a bucket of free Estrellas, or a tableful of mojitos. Just sign up to their newsletter here. Then, there are some happy hours that I’ve just discovered: Broker’s wine bar, Leadenhall – happy hour between 5pm and 8pm, and a bottle of champagne is only £25. Get two-for-one martinis at Proud Cabaret, Fenchurch Street, from 5pm to 7.30pm, the City’s premium burlesque club. Plus, there’s a free martini for the best-dressed man and woman. The Loose Cannon, just off Cannon Street – possibly the shortest happy hour ever, between 5pm and 6pm. The bar, underneath the Cannon Street train arches, offers deals on ales and lagers (one for the old-school drinkers). Abbey, Aldgate – 50% off all drinks and platters until 10pm tonight, plus there’s a cheesy live band. The Bolt Hole, Cannon Street – happy hour between 5pm and 7pm, with a bottle of champagne at half price. Carter Rooms, St Pauls – Get two-for-one cocktails from 5pm and 7pm in this stylish bar. The Cuban Bar, Moorgate – Two-for-one cocktails (they range from vodka to rum, but the more exotic ones are recommended) from 5pm to 8pm. There’s also Cuban music to get the party started… Hemingways, Aldgate – Get 25% off the wine of the week. The Samuel Pepys, Monument – get two-for-one on cocktails and house wine. And obviously, all the others that I’ve blogged about in the past. Happy Easter! Aren’t I good to you? <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10535/CityBird-Get-Boozed-Up-For-Good-Friday.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 05 Apr 2012 14:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10535/CityBird-Get-Boozed-Up-For-Good-Friday.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10533/The-Extraordinary-Art-Of-Japanese-Whisky.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/nTnTZ1NX/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> With a string of international awards to their credit, Japanese whiskies have come of age. Suntory distillers are the toast of them all...The meticulous attention to detail and blending of art with nature is a defining characteristic of Japanese culture. For more than 80 years, Japanese whisky distillers have evolved an approach defined as the Art of Japanese Whisky. It can be discerned through such distinctive whiskies as the Yamazaki and Hakushu 12-year-old single malts or the Hibiki 17-year-old blended whisky. For this reason the Yamazaki, Hakushu and Hibiki ranges have now become the most honoured whiskies in the world, with more than 60 trophies and medals for excellence from internationally-recognised competitions such as the International Wine and Spirit Competition and the International Spirit Challenge. The sudden world awakening to the qualities of Japanese whisky began in 2003, when Suntorys Yamazaki 12-year-old won a gold medal at the International Spirits Challenge in London. Remarkably, in 2010, Suntory Japans leading distiller of premium whiskies was awarded the title of Best Distiller in the World, the first time such a title had been bestowed on a Japanese company. Last year, Hibiki 21-year-old was named Worlds Best Blended Whisky for the second year in succession. In fact, the Hibiki brand, whether for the 30-year-old or the 21-year-old, has held this much-envied title for the last four years. Quite a feat. If that were not enough, Yamazaki 1984 was named Worlds Best Single Malt Whisky at the same event: the World Whiskies Awards organised by Whisky magazine. Dave Broom, author of numerous books and articles about whisky, and a noted connoisseur, said: This whisky is all-conquering. A fine example of the highquality of Japanese whisky. Suntory whiskies are distributed by Cellar Trends. For all information contact: 01283 217 703 www.cellartrends.co.uk <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10533/The-Extraordinary-Art-Of-Japanese-Whisky.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 05 Apr 2012 14:00:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10533/The-Extraordinary-Art-Of-Japanese-Whisky.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10532/Just-Skidding-Around.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/PnN6SpEE/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> The tech-laden FF, Ferrari’s first four-wheel-drive supercar, can virtually drive itself – anywhere it likes. Jon Hawkins thinks he’s got the wheel.Samedan is a sleepy village on the outskirts of St Moritz, Switzerland, where a few houses, a small industrial estate and a goods yard sit in the shadow of beautiful, snow-capped peaks. Today the sky is a deep blue, unbroken by clouds and dotted with paragliders hunting thermals and spiralling slowly down towards the valley floor, where Im standing on a flat, snowy field staring absentmindedly at the surrounding mountains. Then, in the corner of my peripheral vision a dark shape appears, followed shortly after by a guttural wail and the sound of tyres scrabbling against ice and snow. The object a car is travelling completely sideways at speed, almost disguised behind a cloud of snow, before suddenly finding traction, straightening up and pulling casually up alongside me, huge tyres crunching over snowand steam rising from hot exhausts. To put what Ive just witnessed into some kind of context, the car in question is not a rally machine with studded tyres and a stripped-out utilitarian interior, and nor is it a Land Rover, blessed with acres of clearance and a thumping diesel engine; its a road-spec Ferrari. The FF is the first prancing horse to feature four-wheel drive, but its a bona fide Ferrari nonetheless under the long, aggressive bonnet is a 651bhp V12 engine capable of hauling the car to 100kph in 3.7secs (roughly the same as the iconic F40), and the interior is trimmed in swathes of exquisite Modenese leather, aluminium and carbon fibre. As with the FFs smaller siblings the 458 Italia, the California and the soon-to-be-replaced 599 the centre of the steering wheel houses some of the switchgear, including the familiar manettino dial, which allows the driver to switch between electronic settings to suit varying levels of traction, skill and cojones. Inside, the big surprise is the rear seats not that theyre present in the first place, after all, 2+2 Ferraris are nothing new but that two fully grown adults could sit in them without mangling their spines in the process. More remarkably still, fold them down and theres room for a full-sized bicycle (quite how many FF owners will risk shoving a dirty, oily Colnago in the boot is another matter, but its nice to know the options there). This is all possible thanks to a high, long roof-line that makes the FF one of the more polarising designs to come out of Maranello in recent years. It is, Ferraris people are happy to admit, a shooting brake, which is essentially a high-performance estate car. In the flesh, to my eyes at least, its actually a fantastic looking hunk of metal. Its not classically, delicately beautiful like a 275GTB or the petite Dino of the early 1970s, but charged with aggression, coursing with testosterone and unmistakably a Ferrari. And whatever you happen to think of its looks, they make a hell of a lot of sense when the FF is sliding, growling and bludgeoning its way across a snow field trailed by the sound of its magnificent V12. Ferrari has brought several FFs to StMoritz because, frankly, what better way to show clients and the odd journalist the capabilities of its new super-GT than in the most terrifying driving conditions imaginable. If the new four-wheel-drive system can rein in a 651bhp two-tonne projectile on snow and ice, anything else should be a piece of torta. A challenging track has been set up, with fast and slow corners, chicanes and a couple of impossibly tight hairpins; it would be devilishly tricky on billiard table-smooth tarmac, let alone a surface that transitions between crunchy snow and sheet ice quicker than you can say insurance claim. Fortunately, the course is marked out with cones rather than walls or barriers, meaning in theory at least you can fling the car wherever you like without bending anything other than your ego. On my first run I step in, settle into the seat, wait for the robotic extender to present the seatbelt and set the manettino to Ice. Ithink youll be impressed, says my co-driver, a former rally driver, as I ease off and approach the first corner, turn in, hit the accelerator and prepare myself for the inevitable slide. Which never happens. Of course it doesnt: the FF is so clever it probably has a post-doctorate degree in string theory and Eulers Identity tattooed on its shoulder, and every ounce of its electronic wizardry is concentrated on keeping the car on line. You turn, it turns, and while youre never in doubt that its snow youre driving on and not super-smooth, grippy tarmac, the FFs level of composure is astonishing. Hes right: I am impressed. Really. Work your way up through the manettino settings to Race and the level of intervention gets incrementally less until it becomes patently clear with every squeeze of the accelerator and turn of the wheel that youre very much on your own out there. Although, strictly speaking, youre not: when you start to oversteer the FFs clever four-wheel drive system sends more power to the front wheels to rein in the slide, and theres a smidgen of just-in-case traction control should things go very wrong. Which isnt to say its difficult to overcook it and swap ends (on snow at least), as anyone watching me could attest, though with practice and confidence you can hustle the FF along at a far faster lick than you would ever imagine possible. Quite what those paragliders make of the sight and sound of these roaring monsters haring, sliding and pirouetting around on the valley floor Ive no idea. A few eyebrows may have been raised when Ferrari announced plans to replace the 612 Scaglietti with a four-wheel-drive shooting brake, but the Ferrari tifosi neednt have worried. The FF is big, beautiful, very clever and shifts the concept of the all-weather supercar into an entirely different league. For lucky FF owners, next winter surely cant arrive soon enough. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10532/Just-Skidding-Around.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10532/Just-Skidding-Around.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10531/Become-A-Frisco-Kid.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/nthYwzgg/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> There is far more to California than Hollywood and Disneyland as Mark Hedley finds when he visits sophisticated San Francisco.I heart America. I really do. And Im not ashamed to admit it. I love the have-a-nice-day chipperness, the bigger-is-better approach to life, heck, I even like the gung-ho hubris. And the word heck. However, I can only take it in relatively small doses; I am British, after all. A long weekend in Manhattan here, a beach break in Marthas Vineyard there. But actually living in the States? Nah youre alright, thanks. That was my standpoint, until my first trip to San Francisco. Now, heres a city with bags of American flair but an equal dose of European charm. Yes, theres plenty of big buildings, attractions and personalities. But theres also lots of good small cafs, bustling markets and cute bars you can happily lose an afternoon in. Caf Claude is a prime example hidden down a small alley, you could be somewhere off the Champs-lyses. The city itself is relatively demure, too, at least by American standards: basically all the good stuff is situated in an area about six miles square, so its especially manageable as a stopover destination. You can cover a good chunk by foot, bike or, if you want a real laugh, a two-seater Go Car. These canary yellow twist-and-burn karts with GPS-guidance are a great sightseeing tool, but you do feel a bit like Noddy driving them (although, perhaps I was asking for it wearing that blue hat with the bell on it). Dont get me wrong its not perfect, by any means. There are, for example, far too many tramps. And transvestites, for that matter. But hey, each to their own. So, what are the must-see sights if, like me, you only have a day or two to experience the City? Well, every city needs a good vantage point usually comprising a giant phallic structure of some description, and indeed Coit Tower on Telegraph Hill fills this role, delivering the impressive views to go along with it as long as San Frans famous sea fog hasnt rolled in. Catching the tram or trolley, if youre a local may sound like an idyllic way to hop around, but from our experience it was highly overrated. Queues are long and space is tight so youre better off taking pretty much any other route, as far as I could tell. A trip to Haight-Ashbury is a must if you need to satiate your inner-hippy. This area was the nucleus of the 1967 Summer of Love and Hippie Hill still attracts its fair share of the hemp and peace-brownie brigade. Although, there is something ironic about the fact that only investment bankers can now afford the colourful Victorian houses that line the edges of Golden Gate Park. Speaking of which, a tranquil stroll around here is well worth it if you have the weather for it. Its San Frans answer to Kew Gardens with more than one million trees, nine lakes, fly casting pools and even a grand Victorian Conservatory of Flowers (inspired by Kews very own Palm House, no less). By now, youll be getting hungry. The stretch from Fishermans Wharf down the Embarcadero to the Ferry Building has everything from Peruvian bars to American diners. Book ahead, though, to get a table at One Market, a Michelin-starred marvel which shows that they really can do gourmet on the west coast. With a live pianist, open kitchen and staff so nice you want to pack them in your suitcase, it couldnt be less stuffy either. Of course, you cant enjoy a great city without a great place to stay. The San Francisco Four Seasons is as all the best five-star hotels should be an institution. Its location is ideal: the financial district is on your doorstep if you do (heaven forbid) have to work while youre out there; Union Square and its lux shopping satellites are three minutes away; and Little Italy, Chinatown and Little Saigon are all walking distance. If youre going further afield, you can make use of the hotels complimentary BMW Seven-series house car its first-come first-served, so just dont rely on it for any important engagements. On entering the Four Seasons reception, youll forgive me for being impressed with the world clocks on the wall Audemars Piguet, you see: style and substance from the word check-in. The rooms are no less luxurious: sprawling window seats from which to enjoy the views across Downtown and super-size me beds are supplied as a given. After the bedroom, my next priority is a good hotel bar somewhere you can happily start and end an evening. The Seasons bar provides just this. Its all brooding dark-wood burr, marble tabletops and plenty of single malt you could be in a St Jamess club if it wasnt for the hum of Market Street below. Id also recommend the 22-seater private dining room if you have the occasion and numbers to warrant it a beautiful corner of the hotel, its a great spot to celebrate in style. And to eat, it has to be the Duck Fat Burger ground American Kobe, confit shallots, Lincolnshire Poacher and truffle aoli. (Drooling much?) If youre feeling guilty from spending a little too much time in the bar, theres always the spa below it. Well, I say spa this is really more of a gym. There are locker rooms with American football playing on big flatscreens and a towel attendant who looks more like a wizened team coach from a clichd Hollywood sports movie. Alongside the indoor pool (book a lane to avoid disappointment), theres even an indoor basketball court. Very Obama. Id avoid lunchtimes and straight after hours, though, as the local members tend to take over (its run by LA Fitness). As for the rest of the hotel, there are floral displays the like of which Ive only seen in my wifes wedding magazines (why exactly we still have these in the house after being married for three years, only a woman can tell); carpets so plush they could be in a Bentley; and an almost constant stream of Friscos beautiful people. Like the city itself, the hotels not too big or gaudy, though. Its understated, and quirky and stylish. In fact, its like a mini San Francisco in San Francisco without the transvestites, thank God. For more info, visit: fourseasons.com/sanfrancisco <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10531/Become-A-Frisco-Kid.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10531/Become-A-Frisco-Kid.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10522/CityBird-Inamo-St-James.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/JrhdzBrT/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> CityBird cant decide if its the food, the drink, or the interactive tables that make Inamo a hit.Picture the clich: the clock ticks 5.30, the markets have overheated and shut down, and youve spent all day being bothered by a junior analyst at the watercooler. Youre starving (and probably have only a lone bottle of Moet in the fridge), but cant handle the pretension of the City. Well, readers, I have just the hiding place for you. Inamo, a small pan-Asian chain (there are two central London branches Soho and St James), offers a unique e-table experience. The basic premise goes something like this: turn up, plonk yourself down between some well-placed bamboo sticks, order everything from an interactive menu in your table, and relax. You wont have to say another word tonight. Being ignored by a waiter has never felt so good. The food isnt half bad either: theres tender black cod with spicy miso, delicious scallops, a tangy Thai beef salad and a decent duck and pancakes dish. The menu isnt particularly revolutionary, but it jumps pleasantly between the Asian nations, not forgetting the classics like Thai green curry and sushi rolls. However if, like I was on said evening, youre gasping for a drink but not up for smiling-through-gritted-teeth as a waiter runs through the (extensive) wine list, order a glass of sake to start at the touch of a button. Then, wind your way through the cocktail list, which ranges from a traditional raspberry lemon cooler to the eponymous Inamo made with chilli syrup and spring onion all without having to open your mouth. You can even set the tabletops to change background design every two minutes, ADHD-nightmare style but it all adds to the slightly hippy dining experience. Inamo really has thought of everything, and you can order a taxi home from the tabletop. Revolutionary, non? Ive found my new midweek hiding place Inamo St James,4-12 Regent Street,London,SW1Y 4PE <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10522/CityBird-Inamo-St-James.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 03 Apr 2012 14:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10522/CityBird-Inamo-St-James.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10479/Your-Heart-s-d-Isere.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/JdPojyV7/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> We sent Jon Hawkins and Sara Lawrence to Val d’Isère armed with endless demands and great expectations…VIP Club Bellevarde The idea of visiting a ski resort in winter without any intention of skiing is anathema to me; its like landing on the moon, pulling the lunar modules curtains and settling down for a few hours witha copy of Pride and Prejudice and a mug of tea before rocketing off home. But in any case, I have to accept that there are some people (some heroically misguided people, admittedly) who actually enjoy being up a mountain, surrounded by fluffy white, meringue-peak mountains and trees dripping with snow without any of the thrills, physical exertion or lingering threat of snapped limbs. Our group headed for Val dIsre in the early days of the season wasa mixed bunch, from hardened skiers to uninterested novices. Not that it appeared likely to matter, so dismal were the snow reports that whether your preference was for playing in the snow, watching it or steering well clear, chances are youd be seeing a lot more green and grey thanany of the white stuff. On the plus side, we were booked into VIP Skis big and beautiful Club Bellevarde chalet, which meant not only first-class facilities including a private bar, vast lounge and dining area andtwo hot tubs, but access to VIP Skisin-resort concierge service andever-helpful staff. Snow or no snow, we wouldnt want for anything to do (or, for that matter, eat and drink). As it turned out, we neednt have worried, on cue, the snow started falling as soon as we set foot in the resort and it didnt stop for the duration of our stay. Val dIsre (along with neighbouring Tignes) boasts a huge ski area, and while fresh snow on virtually bare slopes and high winds limited the number of open runs, there was enough variety for most capable skiers to hurl themselves down the pistes with the kind of reckless abandon several inches of freshly-fallen powder usually encourages. At least back at the chalet the thrills were more refined and sophisticated, though even the chionophobes (Google it if you cant work out what it means) in our group quickly fell into the ski resorts culture of excess a four-hour hot tub session (dont try this at home) left a small contingent looking like particularly rosy-coloured California raisins. They, as much as any of those who had spent the day pounding the pistes, were grateful for the champagne and canaps that emerged shortly before a colossal three-course meal, including a stand-out main course of wonderfully tender lamb and that good old winter staple, red cabbage. The second night, with heavy snow preventing the days food delivery from lower down the valley, the chefs rustled up a stunning duck breast in a redcurrant jus that it was hard to believe could have been bettered by whatever didnt make it up the mountain. From breakfast as healthy or as gluttonous as you like via spectacular afternoon cakes to canaps and dinner, the menus at VIP Club Bellevarde are consistently excellent, with a high standard of service to match. And the food is backed up by a plentiful supply of wine and beer; the latter is literally on tap, which may prove too much for some lets call them connoisseurs to resist. The lodge itself is a tastefully furnished stone and timber chalet, or more accurately two chalets fused together with a shared communal eating and living area, on the Santons piste (its genuine ski-in-ski-out). The 12 rooms can be booked individually, or you can take over the whole place as we did and create a lavish, wood-clad, waited-on-hand-and-foot home-from-home. So not very like home at all, unless you happen to be a member of the Swiss aristocracy. Its also only a short walk from the irresistible gravitational pull of the restaurants and bars, though given that VIP Ski will drop you off or pick you up (including all your ski kit) from anywhere in Val in a matter of minutes, there are probably more useful ways to expend your energy. Out on the piste, with planks strapped to your feet, is what I would suggest. For all its epicurean delights, vibrant (even for a ski resort) social scene and Savoyard charm, Val dIsre is fundamentally a skiers paradise, with as good a network of runs to suit every level as youll find anywhere in the Alps. The network of runs stretching across the ski area the Espace Killy is vast, so you can theoretically ski all day without retracing your steps. Being high up (and with two glacial summer skiing zones) youre all but guaranteed a ski, even when the snow gods arent smiling on Europes resorts, and unless youre particularly unlucky youll always be able to ski back down to the resort. When it comes to ski hire and organising lift passes, VIP Ski can arrange for both to be delivered direct to the chalet, and youll be relieved as were we to find theres a heated drying room in the chalet, so you wont be hauling on soaking boots every morning. For those with no boots to dry, the chalet has plenty else going for it aside from the hot tubs and constant supply of beer, though these obviously have their merits including a huge TV, a comprehensive DVD library, a PS3, iPod docks, oh, and a constant supply of beer (have I mentioned that already?). In the end the non-skiers left feeling as though theyd missed out on nothing. They were wrong of course after all, why go VIP without the ski? but then, dare I say it, I suspect even a hardened ski bum like me could have filled a few snow-free days at Club Bellevarde without too much fuss. Fortunately,I didnt have to. Le Chardon Mountain Lodges Sipping a glass of Perrier-Jouet (your house champagne) in a bubbling hot tub surrounded by feet of snow and the majestic Alps is one of the better ways to ease those tired muscles after a hard day on the slopes. Gazing at the stars and wondering what treats the private chef will rustle up for tonights five-course feast, you cant help but feel that youve chosen wisely, that Le Chardon Mountain Lodges is clearly one of the best places to stay in Val dIsre. Hidden away in a private enclave at the top of town in the La Legettaz area, guests can ski in and out of the five luxurious chalets or call their private chauffeur if they fancy some aprs in town but dont fancy the walk. Nothing is too much trouble and you are never far away from an outstanding canap black pudding and breadcrumb encrusted quails egg for instance, the chefs insanely good Scottish take on the standard Scotch egg fabulous dinners and drinks (the mulled wine is off the chart), or a table groaning with cakesand open sandwiches for afternoon tea. The answer is yes, now whats the question? is the motto of Le Chardons charming staff and you see this in evidence as they pad around, digging out the hot tubs after a fresh snow fall, building a stylish ice bar on the decking outside, discussing dinner requirements and organising treat after incredible treat. Not only do you have immediate access to some of the worlds best skiing with comprehensive travel insurance and a prearranged lift pass as standard, there is plenty to keep you occupied at home should you feel the need for some relaxing down time. Waking up isa civilised affair, with a hot drink delivered to your bedroom door before you head down for an epic breakfast, made to order at any time. There is a private cinema and entertainments rooms, an 18ft swim spa, newly renovated treatment rooms a hop, skip and a jump downstairs should you desire an in-house massage or a facial and all the satellite, wifi, Nintendo and iPod extras you would expect. Best of all is the dedicated concierge service that will organise the most fabulous events. We spent one of the best evenings I can remember and thats saying something being guided througha champagne-tasting dinner, hosted by the hilarious raconteur and fount of all knowledge relating to fizz that is Nick Morton, UK Perrier-Jouets luxury portfolio manager. Alongside the Grand Brut we enjoyed an assiette of fish, with a salmon and crab tortellini, a smoked mackerel and apple caesar sandwich, and scallop and prawn ceviche. A stunning roasted chicken and mushroom wellington was accompanied by the rare and delicious Belle Epoque Blancs de Blancs, which is 500 per bottle and very hard to find, and a 1998 vintage was paired with a white chocolate and wasabi cheesecake. After all those delicious bubbles youll want to dance the night away in Dicks Tea Bar so its a good thing the chauffeurs are on hand. Each of the five chalets is handbuilt and beautifully designed with 100-year-old Savoyard wooden beams, roaring open fires and Italian marble bathrooms. A stylish and comfort-focussed eye for interior detail is evident, with personal touches everywhere. Each room has been individually designed and most have floor-to-ceiling windows with uninterrupted views of the Manchet Valley and Vanoise National Park. Le Chardon houses up to 20 guests in ten rooms; Le Mistral houses 14 in seven; Lafitenia houses 12 in six; La Bergerie houses up to 11 in five and Le Kilimanjaro hosts eight in four. Luxury and relaxation are the buzzwords and the in-chalet fitting service will sort your equipment, so no unnecessary treks into town. For unparalleled luxury in the most stunning Alpine setting, get booking. VIP SKI (0844 557 3119; vip-chalets.com) offers seven nights at CLUB Bellevarde from 889pp, including flights and transfers. LeChardon Mountain Lodges are partof the Mantis Collection; mantiscollection.com. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10479/Your-Heart-s-d-Isere.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Thu, 22 Mar 2012 11:45:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10479/Your-Heart-s-d-Isere.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10463/Oman-Alive.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/9iN0mO3x/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Finding life at the office too stressful? Zighy Bay’s new wellness programmes might just be the perfect solution.The problem with spas in the UK is that when you leave youre straight back in the big smoke, with all that hard relaxing undone in an instant. Far better to make your relaxation a more involved affair. The Six Senses Spa at Zighy Bay is tucked away in the Musandam Peninsula of Oman and boasts the kind of setting you simply can't recreate in a London hotel, regardless of how much palm tree wallpaper you have. With three-, five-, and seven-day programmes available and a wide range of treatments, the spa is designed to relax you both physically and mentally. No matter what you decide to do youll find that when you do go back home, youll have taken some of the tranquillity along with you. At least until you get back on that first 6.10 to London Bridge. <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10463/Oman-Alive.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Tue, 20 Mar 2012 12:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10463/Oman-Alive.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10458/Run-Like-the-Wind.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/Ze37OwSB/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Emphasising aerodynamics and speed, the new Pagani Huayra is named after an ancient wind god. Mark Hedley is simply blown away…Its hard to imagine many people looking at the Zonda and thinking, Hmm, you know what this cars lacking? More exciting doors. But then, your names not Horacio Pagani (or if it is, then that is one hell of a coincidence). Topping the Zonda, which enjoyed more than a decade at the top of cars teenage boys are most likely to drool over, was always going to be a tough task. But with the 850k Huayra, it looks like ol Horacio has managed it. Apart from the vaguely unpronounceable name taken from Huayra Tata, a South American wind god the Huayra should out-perform the Zonda in every aspect. The top speed has gone up from 220mph (set by the Zonda F Roadster) to 235mph and theyve shaved off a couple of tenths from the 060mph time (from 3.4secs down to 3.2secs). But in all honesty, the stats are splitting hairs. The real reason to buy the new car is for its gullwing doors. Sure, theyre as impractical as they are ostentatious but if this concerns you, I dont think the Pagani Huayra is really the car for you To order a Pagani Huayra contact Bob Fostner Park Lane on 020 7629 7020 <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10458/Run-Like-the-Wind.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 19 Mar 2012 16:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10458/Run-Like-the-Wind.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10454/Blowing-the-Roof-Off.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/vs8HF1Io/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> When a car is as achingly beautiful and devastatingly powerful as Bentley’s Continental GTC, who wants a top on it? By Jon Hawkins.The King of truffles holds court in the hilltop town of Motovun, a sleepy medieval relic full of cobbled streets lined with shops selling nothing but truffles and truffle-related products, and dotted with the odd rusting Fiat 500 that appears to have been strategically placed for rustic, aesthetic appeal. Even in the achingly pretty peninsula of Istria in the northwest of Croatia, the town sticks out like a particularly beautiful sore thumb. There are restaurants in Motovun, too, predictably specialising in truffles, and one of them belongs to the king, Giancarlo Zigante. A stocky, serious-looking man with suspiciously treacly black hair who speaks his English as any King should through a beautiful interpreter Zigante found fame in 1999 when he unearthed a white truffle weighing a then world record 1.3kg in the forests of nearby Buje. Though the original was served at a banquet for friends, the king keeps a model of the giant, brain-like fungus to show off to the visitors who make their way up the narrow, winding and road to Motovun. Its a road that, by rights, shouldnt suit a car as large and powerful as Bentleys revised Continental GTC. But it does. The big convertible pummels the short straights and devours corners thanks in no small part to the 6.0-litre W12 and a body the Crewe manufacturer claims is the stiffest of any convertible. Slicing through the glorious Istrian countryside, its hard to imagine theres a better seat in the house than the one behind the wheel of the latest droptop Bentley. As a coup, the Continental has always been a handsome and devastatingly effective grand tourer, even more so in its latest guise, but the convertible undeniably serves up the greater drama, offering panoramic views and visceral, hood-down thrills with little compromise by way of refinement. With the hood up, youd be hard pressed to tell you werent in the coup, so good is the sound-deadening and the ride, though with superlative wind-protection and a neck-warming air-flow system your only excuseis torrential rain or an Antarctic road trip. Outwardly, the new GTC which replaces the 2006 original is more evolution than revolution, with sharper lines, a wider track (by 48mm at the rear and 41mm at the front) and jewelled headlights. But the changes run deeper than the muscular surface. Power is up 15bhp to 567bhp, a revised transmission slashes shift times by half and the four-wheel drive systems torque split has been given a 40:60 rearward bias (from 50:50) to minimise understeer when cornering hard. Theres also a revised touchscreen infotainment system using Google Maps, and a ten-speaker Naim audio system every bit as punchy as it should be in a convertible car capable of travelling at 195mph and accelerating to 62mph in 4.5secs. Those figures, though, somewhat miss the point; the GTC is effortlessly, breathtakingly fast, but its real skill is its ability to disguise its continent-eating pace in a cocoon of exquisite craftsmanship and unparalleled composure, without sacrificing any enjoyment. That much is clear on Istrias billiard table-smooth tarmac, which wraps around a peninsula so full of natural and man-made beauty its hard not to feel it was dealt an unfair hand when these things were being handed out. Which isnt to say Istria has had an easy run of things; in the last 100 years alone it has passed from the Austrian Empire to Italy (after WWI) and from Italy to Yugoslavia (after WWII) until the latters breakup in 1991 and the recognition of Croatia as an independent state. Long before it became the subject of an international game of pass the parcel, Istria was in the hands of the Romans, and there are spectacular reminders in the town of Pula. We park the GTC alongside the towns magnificently preserved amphitheatre and walk into an arena that, almost two millennia ago, hosted gladiatorial battles, and today is home to a film festival and musical concerts. Quite what the Romans would make of blood, guts and thrilling glory being substituted for the likes of Sting is anyones guess. If the influence of the boot-shaped country across the Adriatic can be seen in ancient ruins and an undeniable geographic similarity (they call Istria the little Tuscany by the sea), its even more obvious in the cuisine. Youll find pasta, risotto, polenta, a local prosciutto and other Italian staples on Istrian menus, along with a Prosecco-besting sparkling wine so good Im only telling you it exists out of a sense of journalistic obligation. Made by Misal by the Persuric sisters in the tiny village of Perurici, the wines only downside is youll struggle to track down a bottle in the UK. And of course there are truffles, though youll have to go a long way for one as large as the kings 1.3kg behemoth. Just make sure youve got a Continental GTC for the trip. For more information go to bentley.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10454/Blowing-the-Roof-Off.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 19 Mar 2012 15:15:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10454/Blowing-the-Roof-Off.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10453/Beast-in-Class.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/yWWtsXQb/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> The new XKR-S is the fastest production car in Jaguars history. Jon Hawkins is happy to tame the big cat…ITS Electric blue snout poking out of the pitlane garage, the Jaguar XKR-S emerges slowly to a soundtrack of snarls, pops and the most outrageous V8 noise this side of hell. The body is barely less subtle; all air-ducts, wings and swathes of bare carbon-fibre pouring out of gaps in the bodywork. Inside, theres no suggestion that hundreds of trees have been chopped down to furnish the interior just sleek black trim (dark linear aluminium, Jaguar calls it), a pair of sports seats with unique carbon leather inserts and the R-S logo embossed on the headrest, and a touchscreen navigation console in the centre. Whatever most people expect from a Jaguar these days, the XKR-S is not it. As we watch the car exit the pitlane before exploding onto Portugals stunning Autodromo Internacional do Algarve, the Jaguar engineer next to me pipes up: We wanted it to sound like a proper V8. Likea Nascar engine. Mission accomplished. The XKR-S uses the same 5.0-litre supercharged AJ-V8 found in the XKR, but revised fuel mapping and a brand-new active exhaust system raise power by almost 40bhp to 542bhp and torque to a sledgehammer 502lb ft. Thanks to that trick exhaust, the Jaguars a pussycat at low revs; you can pootle around quietly without waking the neighbours and floor it once youre out of ear-shot, unleashing a noise like the entire contents of a hardware shop being sucked through a giant shredder and spat out into the Albert Hall. Its a sound youll get used to hearing when driving the XKR-S, because while it does the comfort, refinement and luxury bit as well as you would hope from a Jaguar, its also a car that demands to be driven hard and fast. Headline figures are a top speed of 186mph and a 060mph time of 4.2secs, but brute force alone doesnt a fast car make, hence a thorough reworking of the suspension and a 25% reduction in front and rear lift over the standard XKR. Those carbon-fibre splitters, side intakes and bonnet louvres arent just there to trap small animals at high speed. On track, the XKR-S is preposterously good fun, diving and biting into corners with an enthusiasm that belies its 1,753kg kerb weight and firing out the other side with ferocious shove courtesy of that supercharged V8. The track, hidden away in the hills outside the town of Portimo, is a rollercoaster which rises and falls into blind hairpins and high-speed crests. The French racing blue Jag is as unruffled as you would expect a car with its brash, jutting profile to be, digging in or loosening up exactly when you want it to. It has undeniable swagger. But despite a hardcore appearance that seems to be begging take me to a track and flog me, the XKR-S is actually more fun to drive on the road than the racing circuit, particularly if that road happens to be in Portugal. The surface is smooth as silk (probably because so few cars ever drive on it) and the route winds through rolling hills bathed in sun the antithesis of the pothole-ridden, traffic-packed English road. While the Jaguars refinement and everyday driveability arent really a consideration on the track, out in the real world theyre the bedrock of sensibility on which the hooligan personality is built. Acceleration, particularly at overtaking speeds, is brutal (and feels even more so thanks to that wannabe-racer exhaust note) but a forgiving chassis and wonderfully transparent steering means you can apply it on the open road. In the sporty cockpit, Jaguar has avoided the temptation to rip out the radio or swap the back seats for a roll-cage, unlike the even more hardcore Porsche 911 GT3 RS and BMW M3 GTS. The message is clear: the XKR-S is a car designed to go fast, but not at the expense of what really defines it as a Jaguar. When youre not banging the six-speed auto boxs paddles up and down and pushing the car onto its tippy-toes through tightening turns you can sit in comfort, space and luxury with brilliant Bowers Wilkins surround-sound and a touchscreen nav-system that actually works. None of this emasculates the cars hardcore side its what identifies it as a fast Jaguar. In fact, the XKR-S is both the fastest series production Jaguar ever made (the faster XJ220 and XJR-15 of the early 1990s were produced in limited numbers) and the most powerful; some accolade when you consider this marque has won the Le Mans 24-hour race seven times. Theres a rich seam of history, and most of it has nothing to do with pipes and slippers. Of course, there will be a handful of Jaguar drivers who wont find the look-at-me appearance and listen-to-me soundtrack of the XKR-S to their taste, but theyll be missing out on the most exciting Jaguar in years. Its a car that does everything you would expect from the fastest and most extreme model in Jaguars range, and isnt afraid to shout about it. Its a car built for the gentleman hooligan. For more info: 0800 085 1069; jaguar.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10453/Beast-in-Class.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 19 Mar 2012 15:00:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10453/Beast-in-Class.html http://squaremile.com/reviews/10452/Feast-in-the-East.html <img src='/filestorage/articles/oryginal/njI30Zxb/300_200_crop.jpg' align='left' hspace='4' vspace='2'> Stunning cuisine, soothing spas with all-round superlative luxury – Mark Hedley can’t get enough of Hong Kong’s Four Seasons hotel.When I first visited Hong Kong, I hated it. I was 15 years old, so during the flight over there, I had naturally elected to watch the maximum possible number of movies I could about five-and-a-half, as it goes while consuming as much free Coke and salted peanuts as possible. On arrival, my jetlagged head was about as dense with fog as Victoria harbour. It was summer: the air was steam-room humid, and we were forced to restrict our movements solely to venues with air-conditioning. This included our base, the Mandarin Oriental a hotel so stuffy that the humidity was the least of its worries. But to judge one of the most exciting cities in the world from the perspective of a pubescent teenage boy would be as myopic as, well, a pubescent teenage boy. Im happy to report that returning as an adult was a totally different affair. First, I have now perfected the long-haul flight. Despite the best efforts of Air New Zealands comprehensive personal entertainment system, and its staggering selection of prestige wines, I forced my head down as soon as the seat belt sign was off. And, thanks to the genuine lie-flat bed, duck-down duvet and a fistful of diazepam, Id arrived in Hong Kong before you could say Phooey. At this point, the Four Seasons kicked in. Stay in this harbour-front hotel, and youll find the five-star service reaches far beyond its extensive grounds. As you depart the plane, an in-airport handler will pick you up the moment you step onto the gangway. Hell whisk you past all the riff-raff on one of those beepy golf karts normally reserved for the elderly and Americans who are too fat to walk. This is particularly nifty as the airport and the queue for immigration are both vast. While you queue, your attendant will race round the other side, your luggage barcode memorised (I was a baggage handler for 20 years beforeI started handling humans), and have it trolley-loaded and ready to roll to your car. The meandering drive from the airport sweeps through verdant valleys and over vertiginous bridges, before Hong Kong Island unfolds like a giant tapestry. It has to be the most impressive introduction to a city especially from inside one of the Four Seasons chauffeur-driven S-Classes. As it was their winter (akin to a fresh summer morning in Britain), there was none of the mugginess that so blighted my first experience of the city. On arrival at the hotel theres no checking in: they already know your name and youre shown to your room immediately. Book a suite, and youre also given access to the executive club. A brilliant concept that has been adopted by several top-flight hotels where you have your own exclusive bolthole within the hotel where you can tuck into complimentary champagne, fresh nibbles and some of thebest views of Kowloon youll find. Although Hong Kong has shaken off many of its colonial ties, there still exists a strong club culture. Its reflected in the personal service, where everybody knows your name, even the cleaners. Talking of cleaners, Ive never noticed such attention to detail in that department. We had left our iPad in the room during the day; on returning we noticed it had been placed on the desk with a poly-wrapped microfibre cloth next to it. A note read: With respect for your privacy, please find a screen-cleaning cloth for your convenience. Now, that is impressive cleaning. I half expected to find my shoes polished, too which, it turns out, they will do if you leave them outside of your door in the shoe cleaning bag. This attention to detail is happily matched by the culinary department. The hotel hosts not one but two three-Michelin starred restaurants (the only hotel in the world to boast such an accolade): Caprice and Lung King Heen. Forgive me, but I wasnt going to fly half way across the world for French food, so dinner at Lung King Heen (View of the Dragon) was top of my list. In 2008, Chan Yan Tak became the first Chinese chef in history to be awarded three Michelin stars. And for good reason: his delicacies have as much in common with your local Chinese take-away as an F1 car does with a Ford Focus. The dim sum still makes me salivate just thinking about it. The barbecue pork in a rich-glazed dumpling was like a fluffy savoury doughnut, delicious with the homemade chilli soy (Try a bit, if you do not like it, do not have any more, the waitress helpfully suggested.) The steamed lobster and scallop dumplings came on neat little wooden cradles with latticed bases. These allow you to dunk the dim sum into the sauces depending on your preferred submersion depth it was food theatre, but with purpose. From the more substantial dishes, the baked crab was my highlight, but my wife insists the honey-glazed sea bass beat it. One thing we didnt debate was the wine: this was one area where we were willing to defer to the French Xavier Monnot, to be exact, and his mesmerising meursault Les Chevaliers 2009. Your food choices arent restricted to fine dining. The ground floor Lounge is a lively place for breakfast of any origin: the diverse offerings include wok-fried noodles and rice congee with beef (Hong Kong), broiled cod, miso soup and pickled vegetables (Japan),or bacon and fried eggs (Bethnal Green). Positioned on the border of the financial district and Soho theres plenty to see and eat nearby, too. The location is ideal for exploring the city with the harbour, luxury shopping malls and parks all on its doorstep. After a day pounding the pavements from the broiling streets of Kowloon markets, to the peaceful heights of Victoria Peak Garden theres no better place to relax than the Four Seasons spa. The suites are like relaxation apartments: a personal steam room; king size-bath with waterfall shower overhead; day bed and flatscreen TV; a snack room antechamber; heck, even the air seems to be infused with vanilla and lavender. All of this, and you geta harbour view most hotels would kill for. If I could have seen my future self when I was a 15-year-old boy, I wouldnt have believed it. And not just because I didnt think Id be seen dead in a spa, but because I didnt think Id ever even return to Hong Kong let alone like it when I got there. Its amazing what age, experience and a suite in the Four Seasons can do to shift your perspective. Air New Zealand flies to Hong Kong from 529. If you can plump for business class then youll be treated to the best mattress in the air, a wine list youd expect in a Mayfair restaurant and a goody box that even trumps Virgin Upper Class according to the editors wife. Prices at the Four Seasons Hotel Hong Kong for a deluxe peak view room start at HK$4500 (+10% service charge); reservations: +852 3196 8333; reservations.hkg@fourseasons.com; fourseasons.com <p> <a href='http://squaremile.com/reviews/10452/Feast-in-the-East.html'>Read the full article on squaremile.com</a> </p> Mon, 19 Mar 2012 13:30:00 GMT http://squaremile.com/reviews/10452/Feast-in-the-East.html