Wherever I lay my list ... guest have themselves at home at The Pale Blue Door pop-up grill in Buenos Aires. Photograph: Cristobal Muhr
The direction for proxy or "secret" restaurants shows no pointer of abating. But there"s a turn to the the ultimate "pop up": the Pale Blue Door, combined by British artist Tony Hornecker, pops up, packs up, afterwards pops behind up again in an additional country. And it takes in an iconic legal holiday along the way.
Having proposed in a terraced residence in London, Hornecker took the judgment to Santiago de Chile, where he combined a rickety treehouse on the side of a hill. Now he has written a speakeasy-style grill inside an deserted palace in the heart of Buenos Aires. Candle-lit tables, exploding frame ceilings and a outrageous alfresco yard resemble sets from the Mad Hatter"s tea party. Breadbaskets are served around a pulley-and-rope complement and a transvestite tops up the booze glasses.
After finishing the run in Buenos Aires this Saturday, Hornecker plans to move onwards to New York, Berlin and Tokyo. Dates will be posted on tonyhornecker.wordpress.com.
But the subsequent reliable stop is Glastonbury Festival at the finish of June, where he will set up a proxy residence among the farmland. According to Glastonbury food and splash physical education instructor Dick Vernon, "As audiences have changed, expectations have increased."
Dan Perlman of Casa Saltshaker – one of the best-known closed-door restaurants on the Buenos Aires stage – keeps a list of venues as they come and go around the world. He records that last year"s blast of venues opposite London was tough to keep up with. Since afterwards the thought has widespread opposite the UK, from Bognor to Bristol to Norwich. Most newcomers to the stage have taken to swelling the word around Facebook or by this Ning group.
Alternative or quirky restaurants crop up to be on "to-do" transport ticklists for many, be they in someone else"s house, up a tree in New Zealand or on the world"s largest ferris circle in Singapore.
What is the majority surprising place you"ve eaten on your travels? Or are you the sort who"d take an old-fashioned, sign-on-the-door bistro any day and who thinks that legal holiday food should be no some-more difficult than a bap-to-go from the Hog Roast stand?
