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Sakeya

Sakeya

Milan, Italy

‘No moon, no blossom. Just me drinking sake, totally alone.’ Matsuo Bashō, 1689. Oku no Hosomichi (‘The Narrow Road to the Interior’) is one of the most important classic books of the Japanese literature. This work by poet Matsuo Bashō is a travelogue written both in prose and verses during a long and perilous walk, a five-month pilgrimage, more than two thousand kilometres long, from the modern Tokyo to the Japanese hinterland. It was the end of the eighteenth century. The master’s itinerary became the opportunity for many to start their own Japanese journey…

Ditta Artigianale

Ditta Artigianale

Florence, Italy

Its shrubs can be some meters high and they produce white fragrant flowers and red fruits. In Yemen and in Ethiopia, a legend says that the stimulating properties of coffee were discovered by observing goats, which ate it and were inebriated by it. A shepherd told a monk. A decoction of toasted coffee beans kept the monk awake, allowing him to pray all night long. The legend spread through countless versions and alterations, and the first cup of coffee arrived from the East to Europe and to the whole world. Ancient and new enterprises were founded on this aromatic and strengthening drink. Making it has become a ritual, and drinking it, too…

Rocco

Rocco

Rome, Italy

At Rocco’s we put our researches on hold, stop writing, and avoid investigating the history of a place and a menu that are perfectly spontaneous and graceful. As when you meet the ladylike face of a little girl. We take note of all that goodness and promise and do not ask anything more. A big squared blackboard displays season ingredients and goliardic recipes (we are in Rome) made with respect, both written in a model-student writing. Since it is spring, we order stewed peas, white onions au gratin, soft eggs with asparagus, panned chicory, sour black cherry and ricotta tart…

North Branch Inn

North Branch Inn

Catskills, Usa

Looking out from the Queen Room, in the softened light of a cloudless Saturday, you can experience the feeling of waking up in the suspended atmosphere of a secluded American province. As if the charm of a silent North American village was not a memorable morning by itself, imagine going down the creaky wooden stairs of the Post Office House, crossing the quiet North Branch Road, breathing fresh air, and entering the Main Inn House. Last night you sipped cider at the counter, then had a substantial late dinner and played bowling. Imagine filling a mug with freshly roasted coffee, a dish with apple and cinnamon tarts, and a bowl with granola and full-bodied farm milk. The smell of burned wood, of an outdoor Saturday, of woods. God bless America.

Totem Flaine

Totem Flaine

Flaine, France

This story does not begin on a mid-January Friday, while we gather our mountain clothes, boots, maps, two old issues of Meridiani and a guidebook into our tartan bag. It starts on the day Éric Boissonnas – a visionary entrepreneur – and Gérard Chervaz – an architect – discover a plot of plain protected by the spotless faces of Grand Massif, in Haute-Savoie. Thanks to that love at first sight, and to the urban project Éric and his wife Sylvie – art and music lovers – carried out in the following years with architect Marcel Breuer, today we follow at a walking pace the whims of a D106 covered with snow, slowly enter Flaine, and leave our luggage at the reception desk of Totem, the only hotel in town…

Trempeskill Country Store

Trempeskill Country Store

Catskills, Usa

Once upon a time, Candy and Edchin – a teacher and an engineer respectively – lived in Long Island. They arrived in Andes, NY, by chance, and became fond of the town. Therefore, when they found out that the Gas Station business was for sale, they decided that this would be a nice place to live. We, too, arrived in Andes by chance and, thanks to them, became immediately fond of the town, of their love story and of their peculiar gas station/diner/shop. Get here hungry and rely on Candy. She will disappear into the kitchen and come back with a giant version of your toasted sandwich. You will wolf it down sitting at the one informal table of the shop, among the shelves of vintage toys and preserves.

Bar da Praia

Bar da Praia

Alentejo, Portugal

In Odeceixe beach you will learn that being a surfer means being part of a minority religion. You will discover that standing apart and watching their daily liturgies you can enjoy a sheer spectacle and realize that each place our friends in Casa da Dinà suggested we should visit are worth the long journey necessary to reach them. Bar da Praia, folk and eclectic eatery, with a view on the ocean.

Wisefish Poké

Wisefish Poké

New York, USA

If you happen to be in New York and you, too, are delighted by, and vaguely dependent on, the fresh spiced taste of poke, have at least one meal at Wisefish. A laid-back diner based on a deep friendship, on an equally deep love for this Hawaiian dish, and on the wish to share it with us.

The Wild Son

The Wild Son

New York, USA

​When a journey makes us sedentary, we like to experiment kind of a minor routine. Every morning in Manhattan, we reach the High Line and run northward along glossy terraces’ profiles, multicoloured building sites and trails of lively traffic. We go back to Jane and out again, with wet hair and a grumbling stomach, towards our table at The Wild Son. The first one on the left, the brightest one. We order either a bowl of Greek yogurt, granola, flaxseeds, pollen and coconut, or buckwheat pancakes with wildflower honey and curcuma butter, a generous portion even when you share it. Actually, its delicious recipes, creative atmosphere and accurate aesthetics make The Wild Son one of the addresses we would be proud to be real regulars of, if only it were in our hometown.

Arcade Bakery

Arcade Bakery

New York, USA

Today at breakfast you disappear behind the glass door of a lobby in Church Street, order a soft Danish pastry with raisins and an Americano, then slowly enjoy them while watching the coming and going in the building’s corridor. You will not feel like you are exaggerating when you define this odd bakery in Tribeca a bizarre and ingenious work.

Dimes

Dimes

New York, USA

‘I love this: New York was his town, and it always would be’ – Isaac in Manhattan, by W. Allen. It is a November midday, the Arctic-Canadian wind has not slipped through the glossy Midtown walls yet, and a reliable sun lets us hope for a mild and rose sunset. Walking fast on Canal Street toward Lower East Side, my coat in my hand, I feel lucky and seriously happy. The rendezvous is at 1 p.m. at Dimes. Today Vittoria, with her blue eyes, her usual lively-child smile, and a look that is pop, rock, and cultivated at the same time, appears to me like the faithful summary of the city. Our lunch takes place among pastel shades and indie music. We have two fantastic bowls of quinoa, cauliflower, kale, Brussel sprouts, and tahini, and two generous juices of the day. A loop of colour continuity, from the tables to season fruits.

Mission Chinese Food

Mission Chinese Food

New York, USA

The last wonder of our memorable Sunday in the upstate forests is not the wonderful live postcard beyond the Hudson River, but Damien Jurado playing for a little fans and friends reunion in the epic Bowery Ballroom. The penultimate, instead, is the most acclaimed Chinese restaurant in town. Mission Chinese Food is the crystalline realization of what we are unceasingly looking for. Amazement and inspiration, from reception to dessert.

Dimes Deli

Dimes Deli

New York, USA

The younger brother of the beloved Dimes, Dimes Deli is everything we need in a precocious jetlagged morning. A friendly and smiling coeval taking our order of Americano, a well-leavened slice of plumcake, and a bench to sit on and enjoy them both while leafing through the best local indie publications. Weekdays 8 a.m.-10 p.m.

Diner Nyc

Diner Nyc

New York, USA

​Being unorthodox vegetarians allows us to peacefully yield to the bliss of a pork fillet, with autumn vegetables as a side dish, in the enchanting Diner ​of Andrew Tarlow, the famous Brooklyn colonizer through projects like Wythe Hotel’s Reynard and Diner Journal, the last having gained pride of place in our food library since long. We exit the original prefabricated building replete, contented and completely unregretful. Est. 1999.

La Finca – Ibiza Food Studio

La Finca – Ibiza Food Studio

Ibiza, Spain

“The sea defines us, connects us, separates us. Most of us experience only its edges, our available wilderness on a crowded island [...]“, wrote Philip Hoare in his wonderful book The Sea Inside. Chef Boris is like a young marine god who grew tired of the North Sea and came to check the mildness of the Mediterranean. His home is still an island, which fully defines him. He comes from NOMA, and his Ibizan project is a relaxed ‘food studio’ divided in two vaguely secret locations. We are taking you to Boris’ pirate restaurant, they tell us. If we go there for lunch, we will see if La Finca is open. Blonde hair like thin fantastic seaweed, ice-coloured irises, an Andalusian cowboy hat bigger than him, and a whispered tale every evening, when he turns off the kitchen lights and sits with us. We are not good at saying goodbye, so we linger while leaving Boris and his finca, both beautiful and alien. He comes with us to the entrance way with its feeble candelabras hanging from the tall trees, then hands us over to the darkness of Sant Llorenç’s countryside. Our available wilderness on a crowded island…

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