Oh, oh, I found it! Or better said, it found me. The absolutely perfect romantic Italian restaurant in Boston. No gimmicks. No joke. There I was in Boston, a foreign and fascinating city to a Southerner like me, attending a conference, when who – to my surprise – should be sitting in the lobby waiting
Especially now, when everyone is weary beyond reason with “winter,” Pooka says it is a good time to stop off in Scottsdale. One of the best things about Phoenix, of the exotic name, is Scottsdale, which sounds so preppy and isn’t. It is unusual, though, squat in the desert surrounded by segura cactus and dusty
Even on a Tuesday night in December, the New Dallas Ritz Carlton is a hopping with more sensuous sexuality than a rabbit’s burrow. This means, the Beautiful People are out in droves to see, be seen, and … find a date. No one is exactly sure the place looks like yet. You can hardly see
I like Paris. I like French Fries. I like Notre Dame. So does Pooka, who has a fondness for a little restaurant in Paris that is not the most foo foo, not the coolest, not the hippest. It’s a pleasant place where the food tastes good. Moderately priced as Parisian jaunts go, it feels Parisian.
Pookas rarely stay in one place for long, so it was no suprise, when Pooka mysteriously disappeared some 20 years ago from his frequent guest appearances in my Dallas Morning News column, only to return tonight ready to roll once again with his pics and pans in the travel industry. He insisted I open this
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