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Bob Dylan sings about drinking rum in a Portugal bar with his wife, Sara, in... “Sara.” It’s off of Desire. Good stuff. Classic heartbreak tune. That should suffice for stage setting. So let’s learn from Lupulo, this big nautical Portuguese spot with a lot of beer, just opened in Chelsea by the guy behind Aldea. This is the kind of place that puts beer
It’s a great time to be a person who wants food right now. And who likes David Chang. And who’s reading this. Because you now know Maple, an app that gets you food concocted by David Chang in lightning-quick fashion. It just launched today for iPhone and Android. Disclaimer: this is only available from Chambers Street and below right now, so
You ever smelled something so rich and wonderful that it’s almost like you’ve already eaten it? Yeah, this place smells much better than that. Get up early for Dominique Ansel Kitchen, a three-pronged juggernaut of pastries, clandestine tastings and ice cream from the important baking man it’s named after. It just opened this morning in the West Village.
“I want a mojito.” —Federico García Lorca Just a hell of a poet that guy was. And he’d have loved Gardënia, the kind of airy Latin-Mediterranean spot where you can while away a whole damn day. It’s open now in the West Village. When you’ve got a date and there’s even a chance that date might be interested in talking with you over tuna tacos or a
Ugh, another day, another restaurant opening. Another perfect, delicious, charming restaurant opening that will invariably enrich your days and nights for the duration of its delightful existence. Gets old, doesn’t it? No. The correct answer is “No.” So avail yourself of Virginia’s, a rad little New American small-plates date spot from a bunch
Welcome to Friday. Things are great here in Friday. Lot of optimism. Real laid-back atmosphere. A comprehensive set of draconian laws against all mentions of weekdays starting with M. Plus you’re going to Faro, a charmer of a neighborhood Italian-ish spot from a wife-and-husband team, now open in Bushwick. This was a small warehouse before and now it’s a
Ninety degrees, eh? Touché, spring. Tou. F**king. Ché. Let us slowly fan ourselves as veranda-bound Southerners do and learn of Oiji, a toothsome little Korean not-barbecue spot from some Gramercy Tavern and Bouley vets, freshly open in the East Village. Assuming you’re sufficiently impressed, please behold its splendor via photographic
We’re just going to put this out there. Holiday weekend: increased odds you might have a night that gets a little out of hand. Three letters. Three letters will save you. Come forth, BEC, a sunny charmer bearing 10 variations of beautiful, beautiful bacon-egg-and-cheese sandwiches whenever you might need them for life-regaining purposes, now open in
Call someone. Someone you’re fond of. Right now, just call them. Now repeat after us... “I heard about this place. You should come get dinner with me there. It’s called Sessanta, and it’s a sexy Southern Italian hotel restaurant from the owner of Lure Fishbar, and it’s now open at Sixty SoHo.” You got a little technical there for a minute, but we think
Huge news in the world of new places from the guys who created your favorite restaurant named Contra. It’s, uh, yeah... It’s Wildair, the laid-back new dinner spot from the Contra guys, soft-opening this weekend on the LES. This is something like two doors away from Contra, isn’t it? You are correct. So what’s different? An à la carte menu, for one
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