There can be precious few places where Jewish and Irish cuisines converge, but for both cultures, one dish is paramount. As St Patrick's Day approaches, the Irish are looking forward to a traditional festive treat Ashkenazi Jews enjoy year round - succulent salt beef, aromatic, prettily pink and unashamedly fatty.
Skegness may seem an unlikely place to forge a stellar cooking career, but it's where Ben Tish made the two most important culinary connections of his life. One was with star chef Jason Atherton, who happens to be a fellow townsman, the other with his grandmother, Ada Tish.
Expectations are always going to be high of a de Savary hotel, given the entrepreneur's reputation for making over old properties and infusing them with a touch of quirky class. This is as true of the Old Swan and Minster Mill as any of his previous hostelries, but this one comes with a few problems.
One of the earliest maps of London is being put on show in the capital this week by a Jewish expert.
The map, made in 1574, is one of the rarities collected by Daniel Crouch, who also owns the first map of the Americas, the world's first atlas printed in colour and the first map ever printed, dating back to 1475.
This time last year Roy Levy was weeping over the loaf he had just carefully lifted from his new oven. it was a lumpen mass: "i had been baking for 20 years, but this was nothing like the beautiful sourdough I was used to making," he laments.
"It was almost as if I had never learned to make bread."
For once, amazingly Wimbledon didn't open to rain this year and the fact that both the tennis and the World Cup coincided with a heatwave was a wake-up call to garden-owners who found themselves obliged to stay indoors to follow the action.
One irritation of a hotel stay is having to crawl out of bed to turn off the master switch by the door then stumble back in darkness - a hazard of increasingly sophisticated but unfathomable lighting systems.
If only I had clocked the "sleep" button which dims all the lights from a bedside console when I was shown to my room, my stay would have been pretty well perfect.
It's a very modern Israeli fairytale. A grape grower - the fourth generation of growers in his village - decides not to sell his grapes to wine makers any more. Instead, he finds a wine-maker to help him produce his own wine. The results are so good that a subsidiary of multi-national Coca-Cola notices and invests millions.
What you really want when you get to the Georgian architectural extravaganza that is Bath, is a hotel that really lets you live the dream. The Francis is one of just a handful in this elegant town which lives up to the promise, but has been rather delightfully reinterpreted with a touch of je ne sais quoi by the French.