The “table on a farm” restaurant for World’s 50 Best Restaurants
Kyoto on the cheap, for The Guardian
A story about smelling little bits of wood
I used to write a column about drinks for The Japan Times, and this article made people livid.
I thought the monks would be mad at me for this cheeky headline, but they stole it and used it as the tagline on their website.
My dad would always read The Telegraph. This wasn’t the kind of stuff he bought it for, but this would’ve impressed him to some degree.
Sometimes I cut the best bits. In this story I don’t mention that the geisha put me up in her home and taught me how to open doors correctly.
I went to a Japanese prison expecting to be turned away, but to my great surprise, they let me interview their most controversial inmate.
Way back when I met Diesel’s Renzo Rosso.
The time I tried to infiltrate an online dating website exclusively for good-looking people.