Nobu Fifty-Seven

We were given the best booth in the house, with full view of the who’s who in the Upper East Side


Sat atop the city in the neighbourhood I lived while in Paris, known as a tourist trap full of creperies and overpriced bistros, is Seb’On – the best culinary experience I had while living in the city of light. Since its opening, the restuarant has garnered a reputation for being one of the best restaurants in…

Avoca Café, Suffolk St.

I cannot summarise my adoration for this place in a blog post but I will certainly try, and start by making a very bold, vehement statement. This is the best breakfast and lunch in the city. Do not let anyone tell you different. While I may be a little biased – having spent much of my pre and…

The Dead Rabbit

Having just been bequeathed the title of ‘Best Bar in the World’ the previous week, it’s safe to assume I arrived at The Dead Rabbit with sky high expectations. They weren’t met. This ‘cavernous jewel’ might have been one of the only bars still open at 2am Friday night in the ghostly Financial district, but…

Sophie’s @ The Dean and Sister Angelina’s.

If you’re in Dublin for a short trip, and haven’t the motherload in your bank account for one of the city’s 5* hotels, The Dean on Harcourt St is the next best thing. It is an ultra cool and very chic hotel in the centre of city that sits on one of Dublin’s busiest nightlife hubs. Get a bunk room…


No phones allowed in this household name on the elite Parisien club scene. If you’re willing to attempt the door at this members only club on Rue Montmartre, the very best of luck to you. Having a very strict artist membership policy, you usually have to be a member or with one to get in. I rocked up to the…


Surprisingly, Restaurantette is not a word, but we live in an age when ‘Brangelina’ is, or was a synonym for ‘relationship’

The Smith

My first Manhattan brunch (the previous ones having been held in Brooklyn), and accompanied by a friend who had flown in from Dubai for the weekend, I was very ready and very hungry for my feed post-Dead Rabbit debauchery. Both of us sporting bedheads and headaches, we sauntered up to The Smith minus reservation, plus empty bellies,…

Letter to a cat-caller

How dare you stop me in my tracks in your white tank top circa Usher 2002, and your equally upsetting footwear choices.

House Dublin

The concept is simple; elegance, class and great music. And it works.