It’s Sunday evening in my home town New York City. My British wife would like a glass of wine with dinner. She asks me to pop out for a bottle. I tell her I can’t. The liquor shops are closed. She ...

Walk down any British high street these days and you’ll spot more than a few familiar red, yellow, and neon signs tempting you in. From crispy fried chicken to stacked burgers dripping with cheese, ...

AMERICANS tend to like Britain. Ask restless American graduates where they would most like to move to, and the land of cream tea and bad teeth often tops the list. So it is no surprise that, as Donald ...