THE BEST MEAL of my life happened halfway up a volcano. My wife and I were on our honeymoon, enjoying an Olympian view of the calm, silvery Caribbean from the leeward side of Nevis Peak. The restaurant, Bananas (entrées ₹2,344–₹3,907; bananasnevis.com), a local favourite, had come highly recommended. Under foxtail palms, our table groaned with roasted-pumpkin gnocchi, Moroccan lamb, ceviche of squid fished from the balmy waters far below. The air was bursting with jasmine. It was all ridiculously romantic.
Sometime after dessert—cardamom panna cotta and Bollinger with bits of passion fruit—I felt so happy that I started singing Drake’s loud enough to make the bride reconsider her recent decisions. Luckily, one
