Two Oscar-winning actors on the cover, a World Cup winner’s guide to eating and drinking in Madrid, and a tribute to the late Michael Winner. We seem to have taken the theme of this issue rather literally, then made it worse by launching the first Noble Rot Restaurant Awards. We’ve been known to say that awards are bollocks – unless we win one, in which case they’re a long-overdue recognition of talent. After years of picking holes in Michelin and The 50 Best, we sent Marina O’Loughlin to find out how they work, then decided it was only fair to let everyone pick holes in ours. You’ve more chance of finding Lord Lucan than of discovering who judges most awards. So we collected votes from 117 people whose taste we trust – contributors, chefs, restaurateurs, the odd Oscar winner – printed the results and the names of everyone who’d let us, hung a medal of James Gillray’s gout-ridden foot round the neck of a bottle of Pol Roger ‘Cuvée Sir Winston Churchill’ and called it a trophy. The results are on page 4. Please don’t write in.