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January 11, 2017
11 Favorites I Discovered in 2016
I’ve been going out for dinner six nights a week. On...
December 14, 2015
It Isn’t Easy to Name the Best Dishes of 2015
After a longish mea culpa, I am now going to try to...
July 13, 2015
Where are you sending friends now?
Where do I eat when I’m not hustling to find something...
December 16, 2013
Feeding the Folks: Where to Go
May 14, 2012
Where can I take my 13-year-old to sample New York’s best food without breaking the bank?
Like his mother, my son loves to eat. I am trying to...

Bite: My Journal

    BITE will keep you in touch with what I’m eating and what I love and what I left on my plate.  I’ll share dialogues I have with heroes and divas, princes and barracudas and what I overhear from the next table. Not every day will I have a meal worth writing about,  I suspect,  not good enough, not bad enough. Dear friends have asked me if I could try to be meaner so I fit in better on the net.  I intend to try. As any man who has lived with me will tell you,  I was born to be a critic.  Of course, isn’t it the critic who has the thinnest skin of all?   I must admit to a certain anxiety.  It’s been a long time since I wrote without an editor, a fact checker and a copy-reader to catch my errors, misspellings and typos.  I apologize in advance.  I’m left-handed and that can sometimes be confusing.  I might have stopped reviewing restaurants twenty-five years ago when my first novel,  Blue Skies, No Candy lingered on the best seller list.  But I am addicted to instant gratification.  So I’m still here.  On my death bed, I am sure my last words will echo those of the sister of Brillat Savarin:
  “Bring on dessert.”

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April 16, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Simon & the Whale
We ask why it’s Simon, not Gabriel & the Whale...

April 8, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Zuma Encore
The space is even more stunning then I recall...

April 2, 2018 | About Gael
Don Angie
I’m haunted by memories of the chrysanthemum…

March 26, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
My Nights Off
Most of my evenings are spent exploring what’s...

March 19, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Oxbow Tavern
“What am I doing here?” Tom Valenti asks himself…

March 12, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
La Goulue
I figured it was one of those snooty East Side places I needed to brave with a regular…

March 5, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
A Confectionary of Chefs
The concentration of cooks, restaurateurs...

February 26, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Sushi by Bae
She enumerated the thrills: the imported fish...

February 19, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Farewell Andre Surmain
Andre would have been deeply offended by the inelegance of the word Luxe...

February 12, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Opry City Stage
I've certainly had better fried green tomatoes…

February 5, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Bouley at Home
A small collection of young men in newsboy caps stands duty…

January 29, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Remembering Paul Bocuse

January 22, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Maison Pickle
We’ll take what’s left home in a doggy bag, please ...

January 15, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Henry at Life Hotel
This is his first hotel and restaurant venture since he sold off his huge hospitality…

January 8, 2018 | BITE: My Journal
Chi Eats
I put myself in Jim’s hands, ready to try whatever he suggests...

December 18, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
We’re deep into fried chicken, indelicate battered wedges, and giant biscuits...

December 11, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
The Lobster Club
There was no landmark claim in force at the old Brasserie on the uptown hip of the Seagram Building…

December 4, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
UES Classics
What’s a neighborhood place you’ve been going to forever...

November 27, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Big Eats Time
It’s the season of Big Eats and I’ve signed on…

November 20, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Ten Madison Park
Rich and complex and lingering on the tongue, the cake doesn't seem that small after all.

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