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  • Oct 23, 2024 | spectator.com.au | Margaret Mitchell

    Looks Delicious! Exploring Japan’s food replica cultureJapan House, until 16 February 2025 There is a popular Japanese television show that features a segment called ‘Candy Or Not Candy?’. Contestants are presented with objects and must guess if they’re edible or not. Is that a dish sponge – or a steamed sponge cake?

  • Oct 23, 2024 | spectator.co.uk | Margaret Mitchell

    There is a popular Japanese television show that features a segment called ‘Candy Or Not Candy?’. Contestants are presented with objects and must guess if they’re edible or not. Is that a dish sponge – or a steamed sponge cake? I might not consider afternoon tea to be art, but the confectionery artifice required to dupe contestants into mistaking the replica for reality is impressive – or at least entertaining.

  • Oct 17, 2024 | aarp.org | Margaret Mitchell

    Paul Spella (Getty, 3) Facebook Twitter LinkedIn When I moved from America to Britain for college, I expected the experience to be like a sleepaway trip to my grandparents’ house: a bit damp and dusty with age, charming if slightly haunted, the meals somewhat reminiscent of an era of wartime rationing, but on the whole familiar. Like an extension of home, even.

  • Aug 27, 2024 | spectator.co.uk | Margaret Mitchell

    Text size Line Spacing Comments Share Share Margaret Mitchell The tyranny of the restaurant booking system Linkedin Messenger Email Last week, the London restaurant St John opened reservations for a celebration of its 30th birthday. For much of September, the Smithfield restaurant will bring back its 1994 menu at 1994 prices. Tables were snatched up within minutes, possibly seconds. I sat at my computer refreshing the OpenTable booking site like a monkey at a slot machine and got nothing but...

  • Jul 23, 2024 | spectator.co.uk | Margaret Mitchell

    Text size Line Spacing Comments Share Share Margaret Mitchell Japan is great, but it defeated me Linkedin Messenger Email It’s great having toilets with warm seats that shoot water up your bum until you need somewhere to throw up. I was leaning over a hotel loo in Osaka and all I wanted was to rest my clammy forehead on a cold plastic seat. Six hours earlier, I had watched a man carve up a metre-long bluefin tuna on Dotonbori Street. It appeared very much still alive, apart from the limp way...

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