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Welcome, Super Bowl fans. Seattleites, Denverians: congratulations on both your teams’ footballing success and on your lax attitude toward recreational drugs. We salute you. Now do us a favor and enjoy New Jersey. While the rest of us go to The Monarch Room, a vast leather promised land of a date spot in the Meatpacking District. This is just
Phew, this is never an easy thing to tell someone... ... Brace yourself. ... But we’re going to need you to eat a lot of tacos tonight before you go out... Specifically, at Bodega Negra, an ambitious seductress of a Mexican spot by way of London, now soft-open at the Dream Downtown. You remember Marble Lane? Well this is where that was,
And now, some good news... It’s The Wayfarer, a stunner of a Midtown surf-and-turf spot at the Quin hotel, where you can wait out this picture-book blizzard right now. The general goodness of 57th Street is fully a thing now. Between 5th and 7th avenues, you’ve now got Betony, Quality Italian, Kingside and... this place. Which makes it a choice
’Tis a wondrous time to love steak. You’ve got two new Midtown heavy hitters getting into the game. One is Gallaghers (left), a rebirth of a bona fide classic. The other’s Angus Club Steakhouse, a business-minded upstart just off Lex. We pitted them against each other for your benefit. Just remember: no matter who wins, you do. The SceneGallaghers: A
Christ, it looks like Russia out there. Oh hey, it looks like Russia in here, too... Bid a hearty привет to Moscow 57, an eclectic Russian/Central Asian dinner-and-live-music spot, opening tonight on the LES at the foot of the Williamsburg Bridge. Know this: One of the people behind it is a singer whose parents owned the Russian Tea Room for almost
Dear Mr. Putin, We need to talk. About Olympic-worthy toilet-building practices. About human rights. About how we can maximize our shirtless horse-riding potential. And here’s where we’ll do it... At Ariana, a vodka-soaked Russian spot from a six-time Russian-Grammy winner. (As in, she won six Russian Grammys. Not a Grammy winner who is
Today we’re going to give you a short Spanish lesson. Colonia means colony. And verde = green. And... that’s it. You’re all set to go and get yourself some pork. And comically overpronounce the name of Colonia Verde, a charming, sunlit Latin spot from the folks who brought you Comodo, now open in Fort Greene. You’ve heard Comodo in SoHo referred to as
The intoxicating aroma of seafood pasta and bread. Impossibly attractive and mysterious loners sipping fernet. Leopard (not leopard-skin) covered walls. Impeccably ironed red-checker tablecloths. All-encompassing cordovan-leather wraparound banquettes. Small shrines to Jimi Hendrix and Buddha. Try to absorb all that. And we’re absorbing, and... Okay,
There’s only one military branch that sails the high seas. That has furnished you with impeccable peacoats. That has its own shade of blue. That inspired a Village People song. Yes, it’s the Navy. And there’s only one restaurant you’re about to read about named after it. Believe it or not, it’s Navy, a quaint little stunner of a SoHo
1. This isn’t a big deal at all. 2. No one is anticipating this in any way. 3. It probably won’t be any good. Those three lines were the biggest lies we could come up with about this place. Now for some truth... Gato is here. It’s a king-size Mediterranean spot from some guy named Bobby Flay, and it’s quietly starting dinner tonight in NoHo (and then
