Part 5: Musings on Wine and Taste. The final post reprising a 2010 magazine interview with one of my favourite people, sommelier Sebastien Le Goff who has worked in a few of Canada’s and Singapore’s finest restaurants. Continue reading
Part 4: Le Goff Returns to Singapore. The reprise of a 2010 magazine interview (in five parts) with one of my favourite people, sommelier Sebastien Le Goff. Continue reading
Part 3: Sommelier & Manager. The reprise of a 2010 magazine interview (in five parts) with one of my favourite people, sommelier Sebastien Le Goff. Continue reading
Part 2: Sebastien’s Background. The reprise of a 2010 magazine interview (in five parts) with one of my favourite people, sommelier Sebastien Le Goff. Continue reading
Part 1: The Back Story. This is a reprise of a 2010 magazine interview (in five parts) with one of my favourite people, sommelier Sebastien Le Goff. Continue reading
Checking the overhead signs as I stroll through the small railway station on the way back to my hotel, I see an arrow pointing to the public washroom. Right. I probably should make a stop. Continue reading
Camera in hand I’ve stepped back a few paces into a street that T-bones Jizo Dori just outside one of several bright red Maruji stores in Tokyo’s Sugamo. In this district where elasticized polyester is on-trend, elderly women flock to purchase fiery underpants and other crimson-coloured winter garments. Continue reading
Sugamo’s Jizo Dori is well-known in Tokyo as the spot to purchase aka-pantsu, scarlet underpants to fire up the winter bones, increase heart health and blood circulation. Continue reading
Today I pause to thank my grandparents, who escaped Stalin’s Russia in those last few months before the borders closed in 1929, for the courage and determination that compelled them to abandon everything and risk all. Continue reading
For several weeks the incandescent leaves from Nikko to Korankei to Maizuru and throughout Kyoto have blazed as hotly as the autumnal sun on my back. Though I’ve learned to stop making the fish mouth, I still wince internally with the visceral stabs of beauty. Even so, I’m not prepared for Rikugien in Tokyo’s Sugamo neighbourhood on this overcast day. Continue reading