Pierre Gagnaire has spent the morning swimming. Never mind that the sixty-five-year-old Frenchman arrived in Da Nang, on Vietnam’s central coast, just last night, having spent the week visiting his restaurants in Tokyo and Seoul.
One could forgive him for getting in a few hours’ extra shut-eye before the launch this evening of his latest venture, La Maison 1888 at the InterContinental Danang Sun Peninsula Resort.
His early-morning exuberance puts this bleary-eyed correspondent to shame. But, then, any man with fourteen restaurants on four continents is likely to appear more energetic than the rest of us.
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The InterContinental could well be the setting for a James Bond film: one expects Ursula Andress to emerge from the water at any moment, or perhaps for a seaplane to appear conveying a well-to-do villain to his secret, rather luxurious lair. I ask Gagnaire what he makes of the place and he smiles. “What do you think?” The view speaks for itself.
Matthew Clayfield
Matthew Clayfield is a journalist, critic and screenwriter.
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