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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...

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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.

April 18, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Chinatown Brasserie Revises
It’s my first time back at Chinatown Brasserie since the Thai-Chinese executive chef decamped and the dim sum master Joe Ng was officially put in charge of the kitchen.

April 16, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Sharing at Mai House
Though this place can work itself into an annoying uproar when it’s full, at times it’s relatively calm. The Road Food Warrior is always up for Vietnamese food, and the price is right. It’s where we’re happy to come on our own dime. A round trip taxi commute could add another forty bucks, but the subway runs almost directly from our house – avoiding traffic snarls -- and stops at Franklin, steps from a remarkably superior fried spring roll. My first visit last November was no fluke.

March 30, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
Obviously the appetite for amplified tumult is a generational thing. The fierce decibels gen X,Y,and Z thrive on are sheer torture to me and my boomer and avant-boomer pals. Still I’ve always trekked down to cacophonous Barbuto because I love Jonathan Waxman’s rustic Italian ways, determined never to be more than four, so we can lean in and shout over the din.

February 24, 2007 | BITE: My Journal
E.U. Seems More or Less Rounded Out
I don't believe in curses that can't be exorcised by a dose of giving-the-neighborhood what it wants.

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