I don't mourn Cin Cin because its spirit has been dead so long.

It wasn't just the summer rain slicing through the street lights and pelting on the grey asphalt that made me think, for a moment, that I was in New York.

Butter chicken tops the readings, but it's still a favourite.

We came here because one of my regular brunch companions goes past this newish cafe and thought it looked worth investigating.

A beach suburb turns up a surprisingly decent dining out option.

An established restaurant gets its core ingredient mostly right but seemingly at the expense of others.

A Viaduct restaurant provides a convincing combination of meals from all Southeast Asia.

We came here because we'd heard good things of this newish cafe.

An Auckland icon in a prime locale doesn't quite make the most of its assets.

A Mt Eden cafe-turned-restaurant has some lessons to learn.

It's a bit of a hoot that the word "delicatessen" comes from the Germans.

We came here because we'd heard the Pumphouse theatre's cafe had changed hands and it was a lovely day to enjoy the lake.

Auckland is bursting with eateries keen to attract a younger clientele.

The message about locally sourced, seasonal ingredients has been hammered so repetitively that you almost wish a restaurant offer winter greens from Uzbekistan in February. Almost.

We came here because Divan has an all-day breakfast menu so we could pretend it was morning as we sat down to our first meal.

An old story goes that the guides in the Uffizi, the fabulous Renaissance gallery in Florence, would quietly remind visitors that "it is not the paintings that are on trial here".

Roxy gets the fine dining formula just right.