The Author’s Lounge At The Mandarin Oriental Bangkok

Dual staircases—white balusters with polished wood rails—ascended from either side, and I fantasized I might climb them one day, each step taking me back in time until I reached the small balcony at which they met, where I would happen upon Somerset Maugham or John Le Carre, and we’d decide to return to the lounge and talk sentence structure over oolong and finger sandwiches.

“Having one of your colonial literary fantasies again?” Sydney asked, bemused.

We shared a grin while the hostess led us to our table in the Author’s Lounge Tea Room of the Bangkok Mandarin Oriental, presented our menus, and returned to her post…

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Elegant French Cuisine At L’atelier De Joel Robuchon – Bangkok

Sydney and I stepped off the elevator, into the expansive red and black, chrome and glass of L’Atelier du Joel Robuchon Bangkok, Bangkok’s relatively new Michelin-starred restaurant.

“Why are we always first to a restaurant?” Sydney asked. “Can we not just arrive at a normal time?”

“It’s eight o’clock. This is when they open.”

We’d left the bike at the hotel. Though she’s usually a good sport about riding to the best hotels and restaurants…

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Authentic Pizza Napoletana at Angelina’s Pizzeria

The Laguna Canyon Road is more satisfying as an exit from Laguna Beach than an entrance. There’s a dog-off-the-leash feeling when you leave Laguna and its traffic lights and noise ordinances, pass the quaint businesses and homes along the more rustic section of the road – which always reminds me of 60s-era Southern California – and emerge onto the newer section, a two-lane, high-speed snake of concrete that’s never long enough. It’s not a challenging road, so motorcycle zen can be tough to achieve, but it’s fast with sweeping curves, so I tend to include it on my route when Irvine is my destination.

I listen to audiobooks during long rides, and recently I’d been listening to Pasta, Pane, Vino: Deep Travels Through Italy’s Food Culture, by Matt Goulding…

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Rustic Breakfast at Ramos House

I’ve eaten breakfast here since the first week it opened in 1995. It’s a short ride from my place, the access is easy and blissfully vehicle-free, and there’s covered parking for the bike nearby. You attach to places. Why do I love motorcycles? It dates back to my childhood. Likely someone screamed past on a Kawasaki Ninja – the hot bike at the time – and so I mowed lawns all summer long to afford a moped. The rest is history.

The same goes with Ramos House. It’s October of 1995. My dad saw an early review and we hunted down the place. Just off Los Rios Street in San Juan Capistrano, by the train station, it’s not the easiest place to find. But we found it. The cinnamon apple beignets primed me, the blueberry coffee cake (not on the menu this time around) sold me, and, after an incredible scramble…

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