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The Corinthia Hotel & Malo Spa

Friday, October 29th, 2010

Spas are an inevitable feature of fine hotels these days. No longer content with a comfortable bed and a massage, discerning travelers the world over want more from their accommodation. Much more. And so, it was with absolute delight that I recently experienced the Malo Spa at the Corinthia Hotel in Lisbon.

Sweeping marble floors, elegant outdoor dining terraces and velvet seating abound in the Corinthia, though the heart within Lisbon’s business district, is the 3000 square metres of spa heaven on the second floor of the hotel. Those with a strict adherence to holistic treatments will be impossibly impressed with the endless equipment that fills each treatment room (though a classic Ayurvedic massage is of course on offer). Founded by dental King Dr. Paulo Malo (the man responsible for pioneering modern dental implants) the Malo Spa is an extension of his belief in “medical spas.” As a result, his marriage of both medical and aesthetic ‘health and wellness’ offers everything from face radiofrequency treatment to Botox, a classic Clarins facial to manicures and pedicures: this is literally the place to have a head-to-toe make over from inside and out; the extent to which you make over, of course, depends on you. Though not quite interested in surgery or injections just yet, I was fascinated at the way such treatments are offered in the most luxurious and tranquil of spaces, with expert medical staff on hand when needed. It is easy to see why Dr. Malo’s spas and clinics are dominating the way they do (his largest is the biggest in the world, set within the four walls of Macao’s Venetian Hotel). His firm belief that spas should offer “more than just silly oils” will appeal to those wanting sumptuous surroundings in which to relax and rejuvenate after treatments, though those wanting a good old fashioned massage won‘t leave disappointed.

Viktor, a gorgeous-looking therapist, gave me an award-winning massage, though the real highlight had to be a capsule massage which incorporated water jets pulsing my whole body on a vibrating plate. Futuristic it may sound and initially intimidating it certainly was, but the effects were incredible. I felt utterly relaxed, my skin more supple, and the heady aroma of lemon oil refreshed me completely. Unlike so many wellness spas, the Malo offers delicious food and wine at any time of day and has all the essentials of a slick gym and sleek swimming pool. The sheer size of the spa places it in a league of its own (none of those claustrophobia inducing, terribly narrow treatment rooms) as does the range of services.

After hours of treatments, I felt one more would transfigure me from relaxed to comatose. As such, I floated into the lift, sailed up to my suite on the 23rd floor, and collapsed into a warm bath in my divine room. Water filled the deep ceramic tub in less than four minutes, a firm nod to the efficiency and luxury of the Corinthia. Lisbon called my name from outside the room so I willed myself to get ready for dinner. I headed out to the recently renovated, utterly fabulous restaurants of the city’s dock area, but inside, all I could think about was getting back later and crawling into that seductive bed to thoroughly enjoy my newly found state of Nirvana.

Av. Dos Combatentes, 43
1600-042 Lisboa

www.maloclinicspa.com
www.corinthia.com


The Rosewood Mayakoba, Mexico

Monday, September 20th, 2010

Sunshine and sanctuary was all I had on my mind last winter when I jetted south to Mexico. Pale-skinned, bleary-eyed, and extremely tired, the Caribbean waters on the Eastern seaboard of Mexico guaranteed heat and bountiful beauty at an otherwise dreary time of year.

In all honesty, I simply had no idea what lay before me. A place so rich in culture, dripping in colour; an aurora of beauty, art, delectable gastronomy and wonderful people; my trip along the Quintana Roo and Yucatun Peninsular was sheer joy. I barely scratched the surface of a country I am now chomping at the bit to get back to. And, if I do go back, Rosewood Mayakoba along the Riviera Maya will still be there to welcome me home.

Resorts may not be to everyone’s tasting and, though this strip of coastline is dotted with them, the water is aqua, the sand white, powdery, clean and fine, and pretty much any place you wind up actually looks like the brochure. Now, there are resorts and there are Resorts. The Rosewood Mayakoba falls under the latter, capital-lettered umbrella.

Surrounded by natural Mangrove, the Rosewood Mayakoba is all about those rooms on the lagoon, the shimmering blue surrounded by dense and fragrant jungle mangrove. Voted a top resort in Mexico and a deserving recipient of bounteous awards, here, you will find not a stone of detail left uncovered – from the lunchtime sushi (surely the best that side of Tokyo) to the vintage Mexican Tequila – a welcome aperitif in the bedroom – to the restaurant Casa Del Lago, with its lobster rolls and white wine combination – the likes of which I crave even now. The Agave Azul Raw bar and Tequila Library offers just what the name suggests: lots of oysters and scallops and shellfish amidst a library that is, quite literally, filled with book-shaped bottles of Tequila (I am assured that connoisseurs who know how to enjoy it can appreciate why it’s the best drink in the world). The pools are exemplary, the ocean-front sun loungers are utterly seductive, and the spa (which must be tried) is worthy of each and every accolade it possesses.

Mexico is, undoubtedly, a country worthy of deep, deep exploration, but if you’re after just a taste of it, or a least a gorgeous pit stop before heading into the Mayan ruins of Tulum or nearby Playa del Carmen, the Rosewood Mayakoba comes recommended without reservation. You’ll very quickly find out why I could have moved in for good.

Ctra. Federal Cancun
Playa Del Carmen KM298
Quintana Roo, CP 77710
Mexico

www.rosewoodmayakoba.com.


The Landmark, London

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

The Landmark, London, is a regal, provocative, architecturally beautiful abode that many Londoners (like myself) walk past, and mistakenly, keep on walking. A great mistake – great because such a gorgeous hotel, with such fabulous restaurants, that pays such close attention to ones health and wellbeing, is not easy to come by.

This illusive Marylebone retreat was once a less plush affair, housing 19th century offices for British Rail staff. Many years later, the internal courtyard was glassed over, and it became something new altogether. Beneath the shimmering glass – a stunning central feature – afternoon tea is taken by the Landmark faithful, quick to catch on, to stay on and enjoy pre-dinner drinks in the tranquil yet elegant confines that this five star hotel affords.

I was given a gorgeous suite for a night which, despite being on the bustling Marylebone Road, was a silent and sumptuous place of rest. The room ticked every box you need worry about: the bed was blissful, the bath almost swimming pool in size and the linens felt like cashmere and probably were.

Dinner was enjoyed in the unassuming nonchalance of restaurant Two Twenty Two (The Winter Garden is for those who want to dress up a notch or two). Wood-beamed and lit with hypnotic, jellyfish-shaped chandeliers, this hip little hangout is loved by guests, and those knowing locals who breeze in with a burgeoning need for good wholesome food. The beef Carpaccio with rocket and freshly shaved Parmesan had the makings of an iconic dish, sharing its beat with black truffle oil. The Thai green curry with jasmine sticky rice was as good as anything I’ve had in Thailand, with just as much spice and a dash more savoir-faire. The restaurant is fringed with one of those sleek, very tempting bars, so once the foods done, you might want to get lost here for the rest of the evening.

If you want a change of scenery without a change of venue, head to the upstairs Mirror Bar, a small but intimate cocktail lounge run by someone with an encyclopedic knowledge of all things alcoholic. I had a perfect Mojito and then something that, though carefully, even beautifully concocted, was so strong I just couldn’t really do anything by it.

This heady combination, and that lissome bottle of 2006 Stonemason Shiraz I sloshed at dinner left the next morning a little blurry, and so my trip to the Landmark spa couldn’t have been better timed. Stocking the organic and utterly heavenly range of Voya products, the Anti-Ageing Reviver facial and Seaweed Oil massage will revive even the most fragile of figures. There’s a very fresh pool, and the peaceful treatment rooms, and the complete isolation from the rest of the world makes it just the sort of place to spend the whole day.

I left the Landmark London feeling pampered inside and out. It was a little odd as a London resident, stepping out from an unfamiliar palace of bliss onto the ever-so familiar Marylebone Road. Whether you’re in London for a night or need domestic escape as a resident, this is the kind of luxury hotel you want to take a chance on. Just don’t forget the compulsory Voya seaweed massage…

222 Marylebone Road
London NW1 6JQ

www.thelandmarklondon.co.uk.


La Mamounia

Thursday, August 19th, 2010

Morocco and, in particular, Marrakech, have long been top of my seafaring wish list. India melted me with its colour, Thailand with its flavours and much of Europe with its sunsets, but something about this North African nation seemed to offer a blend of all the above: exuberant cuisine, eclectic old-world architecture and a sensory explosion, a veritable whirlwind of colours, and smells, and sights that mist over many unfamiliar sounds.

I may be a lady with a taste for the finer things in life, but I challenge even the happiest of happy-campers to resist the opulence, grace and subtle decadence that is hotel La Mamounia. A friend recently told me that an auction of Mamounia furniture took place in Marrakech just prior to my visit. What a shame that I missed it; I would have parted with quite a few hard earned notes to bring home just a little taster of what I found inside.

Antiques-hunter Jacques Garcia is credited with giving the hotel its perfect blend of “Arabo-Andalusian” old-world charm. This, and his eye for other one-off objets d’art is what makes La Mamounia so unique, and so unlike any other hotel I’ve been to. Gilded, gold and beautifully ornate hallways carry the eyes before they are caught by gigantic lanterns which swing seductively outside. The bedrooms are full of such hedonistic bliss that I wanted to move in, and I was particularly taken with the views from my terrace across those perfectly manicured gardens, bursting with century old olive trees and the Bougainvillea that sprayed a fragrant perfume across the elegant walls. Since the 1700s, when the Alaouite sultan, Sidi Mohamed ben Abdellah, offered each of his sons a domain as a wedding present, the gardens have been filled with festive music and sighs of romance. A stroll here is all it takes to transport the imagination back to those hot, heady days when lilac wine flowed here like water.

The health benefits makes the stay worth it alone. Most spas in Morocco offer the traditional “Hammam” treatment, and La Mamounia is no exception. A sort of Moroccan steam bath/massage, one is exfoliated from head to toe, and the skin bursts with that clear, clean sensation before the other effects kick in and your mind relaxes and casts-off any unwanted excess. The Hammam experience is only heightened by the pureness outside, and if you follow it with a full body massage, you are left quite a different person. One day, two day and weekly spa passes are available here, and there are wellness treatments and a beauty parlour so you don’t miss a trick.

A breakfast of fresh fruit by the large outdoor pool is a wonderful way to start the day, and it is here that you spend those tranquil and peaceful few moments before stepping out into the chaos of Marrakech’s inner city; and chaos is good when you can escape it, and even better when the chaos is fun and enlivening, and the escape is full of tranquility and me-time, at the start and end of the day, when the rising sun and the moon give pause for thought.

La Mamounia was a winner in the 2010 travel awards. The renovations may have been costly but they were well worth it. This is Bedouin chic at its best. If only I’d made it to that furniture auction…

La Mamounia
Avenue Bab Jdid, Marrakech
www.mamounia.com


No. Ten Manchester Street

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

Once a run down youth hostel – now a sleek boutique hotel in the heart of Marylebone. Such is the fate of the address now known to discerning gourmands as No. Ten Manchester Street.

Quiet, private and elegant, the décor is contemporary but warm, the real highlight being the giant Christopher Guy chair that compliments the guests as they step into the reception area. Slinky corridors wind between the 45 bedrooms, and flow out into an intimate, wooden-floored cigar terrace which houses a custom made Hunters & Frankau humidor. Around the corner you’ll find the lounge bar and restaurant. If cigar smoke makes your nose crinkle, then opt for a table nearer the windows. The heady scent does stick around and doesn’t suit everybody hankering for food as well as wine.

Large windows look out into the neat Georgian architecture of Marylebone, but the restaurant is extremely peaceful and it’s easy to forget you’re in the heart of London. I ate there on a very quiet Tuesday but it was easy to imagine the bar buzzing with an injection of post-work cocktail drinkers and cigar smokers next door. It lends itself perfectly to an intimate lunch or an evening with friends for catch up away from the neighboring bedlam of Soho.

The Amuse-bouche were delectable little tasters but the real highlight, for me, was the Mint Pea Soup with Cornish Crab that comes served either hot or cold. Being a muggy summer’s day, I opted for the cold option which was both refreshing and perfect in flavour: a generous mound of flaky crab meat centered itself amongst a delicate mint and pea soup. Next, the King Prawn salad appeared and then reappeared, first coming too early, then too late. When I finally settled down to it, the prawns had been sadly overcooked. The sizzling mango chutney and rocket dressing was excellent and I knew that, in a perfect world, it would have made for a magnificent, if simple, salad.

The staff were extremely attentive and the wine a perfect match for their summer menu – a medley of tantalizing dishes that make another visit a must: chicken liver parfait with spiced apple chutney and a pan roasted duck breast will be hard to bypass for too long. My stamp of approval also falls on their incredible desserts; though I certainly didn’t need more food at this stage in the meal, I couldn’t resist the selection of mini homemade ice creams, including the surprisingly tasty green tea version.

The caring nature of the staff and the very new feel of No. Ten Manchester Street gives it huge heart. The effort was faultless and with 45 sumptuous bedrooms above me, I wished I could have stayed on for dinner and then on into the next day…

For more information, go to www.tenmanchesterstreethotel.com.

10 Manchester Street,
Marylebone, W1U 4DG


Revisting India in London

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

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Entering its 16th year in the heart of Mayfair’s cobbled lanes, Tamarind have won the Michelin star twice for their efforts; they first won it in 2001, and had it nabbed away in 2009 before the detractors had another change of heart. I spent the summer of 2004 in India, travelling from far in the North, down into the mystical backwaters of Kerala. Delhi cuisine is full of bold, vibrant and often fiery flavours. Trivandrum curries were sweeter, pairing fish with fresh local fruits. Needless to say, nothing I ate in the stunning subcontinent was even remotely familiar. The “curry” we order on a lazy Sunday evening in London has been adapted beyond recognition for the faint-hearted English palette, which is why Tamarind is so refreshing and truly authentic.

With its sweeping copper pillars and crisp white linens, Tamarind is sublimely elegant. I was welcomed by an attentive sommelier who recommended a beautiful South African chardonnay from Stellenbosch. I’m not usually a chardonnay drinker but it was a perfectly matched glass of wine. The menu is carefully divided into “genres” and with just a quick scan, it was immediately apparent this was unlike other London curry houses.

A selection of mini appetizers was selected for us. The Channa Chaat, a spiced chickpea dip with mint chutney and sweetened yoghurt topped with blueberries and tamarind chutney, might sound like an Indian houmous but was not. It may have been chickpea based, but the combination of sweet blueberry with tamarind chutney was nothing short of magnificent. A generous portion of monkfish arrived marinated in fresh coriander and spices alongside a heavenly Adraki Murgh chicken dish.

A simple cutlet of Kashmiri lamb shank so tender I could have cut it with a plastic fork was the highlight of the meal. Slow-cooked with whole spices, yoghurt, saffron and Kashmiri chillies, my main course was a perfect tribute to Indian cuisine; refined and delicate in texture yet entirely robust in flavour.

At Tamarind, the ambience, decor, cuisine and service are without flaw.

Not usually one for dessert, when the basmati rice pudding was placed before me, I simply had to try it. The creamy texture cleanses the palate beautifully while lending that subtly sweet finish, the ideal finale to the full-bodied spices so present in the previous dishes.

India is the most enigmatic of countries. Their culture and rich history materialises in the expanse and intricacies of their sumptuous cuisine. If you do find yourself in London with a craving for the authentic majesty of India, bypass your local tandoori and head into the heart of Mayfair…

Tamarind
20 Queen Street
Mayfair, London
W1J 5PR

T: 020 7629 3561
F: 020 7499 5034

www.tamarindrestaurant.com


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