June 6, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
It was Definitely-Worth-the-Splurge. Quiet. Romantic. Elegant, old-fashioned service.
June 2, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
In golden olden Hampton days we cooked. Not now.
June 1, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Tutto Il Giorno Heat
We’ll go to this little shack on the water in Sag after the movie,” says my East Hampton pal. “It’s small and sweet and...nobody knows it’s there.
May 29, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Out of the Mouths of Crocodiles
What a relief is right. Well, three weeks late is not bad for a brand new website, internet jockeys tell me. Here’s what I’m hearing.
May 28, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
From Alaska to the Bronx with Chodorow
Jeffrey Chodorow was so ticked off by Platt’s lukewarm billet doux to Wild Salmon… the wild eyed feeding baron was threatening to take another full page ad…
May 27, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
79th Street Boat Basin Café Sunset
79th Street Boat Basin Café Sunset
The long Memorial Day weekend exodus seems like a blessing. Who’s in town beside the fleet?
May 17, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Suddenly Stanton Social seemed the perfect place to celebrate the Road Food Warrior's birthday.
May 16, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Can Sandro Go Home Again?
I contemplated a first visit to the new Sandro’s somewhere up there in the wilds of the upper east side. I wasn’t rushing.
May 15, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
For twenty years Cafe Fiorello has been our fall-in before or after the movies or a night at Lincoln Center.
May 14, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
And to Think That I Saw Him at Perry Street.
And To Think That I Saw Him at Perry Street
I should be furious we waited an hour for our 9 o’clock table…I am when I think about it. But our friend was late, too.
May 12, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Sakagura Chef Does Spring
I never dreamed I’d find a kaiseki tasting at this mysterious sake enclave in the cellar
May 11, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Odeon Never Grows Old. It Is Old.
I can’t remember the last time I was in Odeon…years, decades. We gathered tonight for 7 o’clock drinks at a friends loft on Hudson Street and our pals suggested Odeon for dinner after.
May 10, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Floating with the Fishes at Blue Fin
For years I refused to eat before the theater. Me? A worldly New Yorker.( New Yorkers born in the middle west like me can be the most unreformable.) But the years accumulate and suddenly, My Guy won’t eat at 11 and it’s a three hour show or my niece has yoga at 7 a.m. Blue Fin is perfect for something light, steps away from the Broadway action. And it’s Esca, when our curtain is rising closer to 42nd Street
May 7, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
O’erleaping Ambition at Insieme
It is the radish that makes me shiver with unexpected pleasure. One of three little amusements each on its own dish at Insieme on the Seventh Avenue hip of the Michelangelo Hotel. Sure the itsy cod canapés and the goat’s milk ricotta bruschetta are fine but the radishes are a tell.
April 29, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Sunday at Kefi
Maybe Sunday is not the best night for Kefi.
April 28, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Back to Tree
We’re carrying umbrellas because it’s supposed to rain but the just opened garden at Tree is already a defian
tly third full on this brisk cool Saturday night. Our friends call out from their rickety picnic table. In fact, resourceful Tim has done the table steadying trick while the waitress is still dashing about seeking help.
April 27, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Brooklyn Diner Nightcap
Still feeling the emotional disorientation of Athol Fugard’s powerful Exits and Entrances,we exit the theater, hungry too. My idea of the perfect nightcap is Brooklyn Diner’s superlative burger, a “plump and exultant napkin ripper,” as I wrote in Best of New York a few months ago.
April 21, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
My Sfoglia Addiction
It’s been ten months since I emerged from a gig at the 92st St Y, cut across the stree to Sfoglia….and fell in love with the sophisticated and savory cooking of Ron Suhanosky and his wife, Colleen Marnell-Suhanosky, especially his surprisingly delicious strawberryflecked tomato sauce on spaghetti and her addictive bread – a turbanlike briche with crackling, buttery roof. Ultimately both New York’s Adam Platt and Frank Bruni loved it too. Now it’s a challenge to get in. The house is booking a month ahead with little left but 10 o’clock tables.
April 20, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Cold Stone Euphoria
After last night’s riotous excess at Daisy May’s BBQ, today seemed like a perfect moment to begin a modest campaign of restraint for spring.
April 19, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Gluttony at Daisy May
A gourmandlich life is full of great lamb. The tenderest spring lamb at Chez l’Ami Louis in Paris. The rack of aristocratic Jamieson lamb at Gotham Bar & Grill. The velvety marinated lamb chop just out of the tandoori oven at Devi. I still recall the first tastem the startling silkenness more than 25 years ago of lamb marinated Hunan style at the long gone Hunam.