Restaurant Review - Anantara The Marker
Wednesday 11 June 2025
Isn’t there just something eternally and ethereally exciting about dining al fresco on a glamorous terrace in the sunshine? Here, however, the very notion tends to bring out an excessive frivolousness in our Celtic beings, probably because we’re dining in the dark for the rest of the year. ‘Ne’er cast a clout till May be out’ may well be the old saying, but we’re a hardy lot and from April onwards, no sooner is there a hint of sun shining down on our still cold patch of Earth, than the Trump-like false tans are lashed on, with ladies of all ages baring as much as is decent, and then some, while men with knobbly knees strut their stuff in sexless shorts, socks and wonky Panama hats, thinking they’re Brad Pitt.
Our continental cousins are so used to al fresco living, they take it all for granted, and rather than ever looking like day-trippers, both the female and the male of the species always seem to look so effortlessly soigné, as they sip a Campari spritz or Negroni while picking from perfect plates of fritto misto on the terraces of the Riviera or overlooking the Venetian Grand Canal.
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First Published In The Sunday Independent