A hotel to die for…
You might think this was surgically removed from someone’s body but you’d be wrong.
It is food, served at a restaurant with one Michelin star located in the previously rather shabby Hôtel d’Alsace in Paris where Oscar Wilde died, not after eating this and not of syphillis but of meningitis on November 30, 1900.
“This wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. Either it goes or I do,” were apparently his last words, but the hotel has since received “a luxe makeover by the French interior designer Jacques Garcia and is now the smallest five-star hotel in Paris” and Wilde’s is now the name of the cocktail bar which opens at 7am. So if you’re up early you can “embark on a journey through cocktail history with a curated selection of classic cocktails that celebrate the rich history and origins of these iconic drinks.” You’ll be drunk as a skunk before you know it but remember : “It’s not just a drink — it’s a moment in history, brought to life.”
Also The Times reports that “the underground pool, which sits beneath a historic stone arched roof, can be reserved for a blissful private swim.”