Here are a few of the most well thumbed pages in my little black book:
For the perfect Bellini: Harry's Bar Venice, it isn't fancy but it is rich in bonhomie, charm and history and is the birthplace of this iconic cocktail.
For table ware: Thomas Goode, London, my dream is to partake of their sublime bespoke service and have their artisans craft my Platonic dinner service.
Kate & Wills sourced theirs here; lucky ducks.
For pigging out: Oink in Edinburgh makes me squeal piggy with utter delight every time. I happily eschew formal dining for anything I can grab with both hands.
For heady evenings where the scent of Madame Nicotine's finest cigars waft into a piquant waltz with freshly sweet mojitos: the Hotel Nacional de Cuba. I first went here on my own, during what is known as Cuba's Special Period - an economic crisis - there was hardship food wise for everyone, most of all, of course for the struggling population. The hotel is history set in aspic, as is Cuba in so many ways.
For manna from heaven and the cheeriest of shop fronts: La Boutique Jaune in Paris, if it was good enough for Chagall...
For antiques, mid century modern furniture, sculpture and art: Talisman in London/Dorset. When the zombies come and we all have to seek respite in shops ( I've seen the films, when the world screams Armageddon, everyone seems to read that as, 'let's go shopping.) I'm moving in here rather than a shopping mall - that never ends well.
For books tied up in brown paper and string: John Sandoe in Chelsea.
I envy those who have accounts with this small quirky shop and class their well wrapped parcels as leitmotifs of a life well read.
For a modern take on the literary salon, The Society Club: let these two bluestockings captivate, entrance and seduce you with cake, cocktails, books, art and being pooch friendly.
They are pretty much every man's Match.Com dream come true.