Lawrence Osborne

Stories by Lawrence Osborne

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    Food to Die For

    Welcome to Bangkok, heaven on a plate.
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    Water, Water Everywhere!

    Resorts in the Maldivian atolls explore the fragile border between land and sea.
  • Cairo

    Drunk In Cairo

    From whisky at the Windsor to Baladi bars, Lawrence Osborne gets sloshed in the new Islamist Egypt.
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    Hungry In Athens

    As Greece burns, a critic sets out to discover the taste of economic disaster.
  • Song Saa, Private Island Resort

    My Own Private Island

    Off the coast of Cambodia, the Song Saa islands offer Robinson Crusoe–like isolation in luxury.
  • Manny Pacquiao

    Pacquiao

    Boxer, Godfather, saint, politician ... Is there anything in the world that Manny can’t do?
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    Capri: The Island of Love

    Refuge to emperors and princes, poets and eccentrics, Capri retains its amorous spookiness.
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    Drinking the 1855: An Adventure With Port

    There’s a rule of thumb that wines, being “alive,” enjoy the same longevity as human beings. Most wines drunk today are about four years old, making them—according to this rule—the equivalent of snotty toddlers. Twenty years makes them supple and sexually appealing; 40 brings them to the edge of autumnal ripeness. The oldest red wine I have drunk was a series of early 1950s Penfold’s Grange sipped during a ghastly re-corking clinic in New York. Wall Street investors had brought in their bottles of 1950 and had them tested and topped up to make sure the wine they misspent thousands of dollars on had not turned to acetic acid. The wine itself was intact, but rather like the sturdy, nondescript moneymen who had owned it for the wrong reasons. Fifty-five and still puffing.