It’s not often Australians are a novelty when travelling in the States. But sitting in the outdoor hot tub after a day of fresh powder turns in Big Sky Montana, a couple from Chicago turns to my brother and me.
It seems you can’t have a meal in South Korea without a pair of scissors. I watch as our waitress expertly chops up our wagyu beef, the pieces falling back onto the piping-hot barbecue grill, not a knife in sight.