Romito Without Manifesto May in Dubai is a dare. The city slows down before the blazing summer feels like an act of defiance against the heat. It was precisely in that context…
Romito Without Manifesto May in Dubai is a dare. The city slows down before the blazing summer feels like an act of defiance against the heat. It was precisely in that context…
The glass door opens. Smoke curls toward a mirrored ceiling, fourteen seats curve around an open flame, and, slack-jawed, I realize: Dani García knew how to export fire to the desert. The…
Far from the Gulf May. Dubai. The air vibrates, thick, as if the desert had decided to swallow the whole Dubai. Jumeirah Wasl 51. Far from the gentle breeze of the Persian…
The Closed Door There’s a doorbell. Just a doorbell. In Dubai – a city that advertises everything in gold leaf and fifteen-metre-high letters – Björn Frantzén hid his restaurant behind an unmarked…
The Paradox of reality For years, I kept a cautious distance from Dubai. I saw it as a theatre of excess, a postcard of glittering skyscrapers and fabricated backdrops. But cities, like…
There aren’t many restaurants that welcome you with a panoramic lift where a waterfall spills in slow motion — like a lush spoiler of what awaits above. But here we are, at…
Trendy, trendy, trendy! Many are the restaurants where “to see and be seen” are the motto, few or none are able to keep the high standards of Zuma – there are more than…
Din Tai Fung is well known for those who like gastronomy, famous for its xiao long bao and all the dim sum classics, handmade in each of their stores. Nowadays, this little Taiwanese restaurant,…
Airport After the amazing flight in the A380 from Bangkok we arrived at Dubai’s Airport for a “simple” connection to our flight to Lisbon. I say simple but our passage through Dubai’s…