September 10, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Jolly Good Fiorello
One day a brass marker with our names joined...
September 3, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Morgan’s Brooklyn Barbecue
Smoked wings drizzled with buffalo sauce and irresistible fritos pie smothered with chili…
August 27, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Le Bernardin
A waiter brings a velvet footstool to hold my handbag and the foldup umbrella I refuse to check...
August 20, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Manhatta High
You’ll find binoculars on the window sill and the chef with tattooed arms bared calling the plays outside the open kitchen…
August 13, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Avena Again (CLOSED)
I’m meeting fussy friends I want to impress…
August 6, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Bistro Pierre Lapin
I’m especially taken by the menu choices, so all over the place…
July 30, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Olmsted: Brooklyn Wizardry
I have nothing against Brooklyn. I just rarely go there unless someone offers to drive…
July 23, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Tudor City Steakhouse
They’re willing to save me a table with a river view in that historic district…
July 9, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Infamous Chicken
I had supposed that “Infamous” was an attempt at…
June 18, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
The Grand Affair
It’s a rally of chefs from the grand hotels of...
June 11, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Suicide Regrets
Suicide, the headlines not the inclination, distract me..
June 4, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Woodpecker At Play
Years pass and chefs mature, but there’s no need to fret that David Burke might grow stodgy…
May 21, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Little Frog
The old-fashioned need for an old-fashioned…
May 14, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Tartina
Eat well and you will live 100 years… Mangia Bene che vivi 100 anni…
May 7, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Boqueria West 40th
There’s no longer a need to explain tapas to innocents from the western slope, the glaciers or small Texas towns…
April 30, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Frenchette
Two of us must have the brouillade, soft…
April 23, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Coco Pazzo Reboot
We’re packed into the modest Tribeca canteen and sandwich shop alongside clutches of youngsters from the neighborhood who probably never heard of The Dark Prince of Italian Dining…