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With the opening of Nobu the Intercontinental becomes the first hotel in Hong Kong to offer its guests not one but two restaurants helmed by an international celebrity chef. The hotel is already the home of Spoon by Alain Ducasse. The double whammy created by Nobu's unveiling means that discerning diners are going to face a tough choice when they stride through the hotel's thick glass doors...
...woodworking hobby that threatens to earn him an "antisocial" note in his file. ("Why the hell can't you just smoke, like everyone else?" the Chief Inspector complains.) But O gets results, and when the body of a Western diplomat is discovered in a room at Pyongyang's biggest hotel-the stiff in the book's title-he is quickly called back to the capital to investigate, only to find his life even more imperiled there than at the border...
...soaring. In the northern reaches of Thailand and Laos, you can find whole towns where Mandarin has become the common language and the yuan the local currency. In Chiang Saen, signs in Chinese read CALL CHINA FOR ONLY 12 BAHT A MINUTE. A sign outside the Glory Lotus hotel advertises CLEAN, CHEAP ROOMs in Chinese. It is not aid from the U.S. but trade with China--carried on new highways being built from Kunming in Yunnan province to Hanoi, Mandalay and Bangkok, or along a Mekong River whose channels are full of Chinese goods--that is transforming much of Southeast...
...what hasn't changed about tennis? For one, the top guys have always attracted beautiful women. In 1957, Cooper realized he was in a hotel room next door to a Miss Queensland finalist, Helen Wood, who would soon become Miss Australia. Pestered by Neale Fraser into knocking on her door and asking her out, Cooper thought he'd erred when she eyed him contemptuously. "I can still see her face," he says. "But we went out and sort of clicked. I guess I wasn't what she thought I might have been. I was pretty shy." Their match became...
...technically, I hadn't been. The invitation had gone out to TIME's publisher, who to his deep regret had been unable to go, leaving me to be drafted in his place. That's how I found myself in the hangar-sized Peacock Room of Tokyo's opulent Imperial Hotel, rubbing shoulders with the cream of Japan's corporate class. These were men - they were almost all men - who control companies worth billions of dollars. I control a checkbook that sometimes has a positive balance, making me something of an impostor at an event to which Japanese executives jostle...