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.”
October 16, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
The bar is already besieged and the music pounds…
October 9, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
By nine on Thursday evening, the place is...
October 2, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
I’ve been eating around on the West Side these recent evenings…
September 25, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Union Square Café
I’m a Danny Meyer admirer and an irrepressible David Rockwell enthusiast…
September 18, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
The siren call of grease and salt. I imagine I can already taste it.
September 11, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Quality Eats UES
After the thick grilled Nueske’s bacon on peanut butter chunky peanut butter of childhood reveries…
August 28, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Emily on Downing/Marta
Reading about Detroit pizza in Brooklyn makes me hunger to once again taste crusty pan pies…
August 21, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
I follow Jean-Georges anywhere…
August 14, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
NoMad Lobster Fest
Hampton days used to mean oversized crustaceans, grilled on the back porch…
August 7, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Rose rare lamb fills my mouth, a carnal bite scented with cumin.
July 24, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Somehow I’d missed the drum roll when it opened...
July 10, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Masseria dei Vini
In minutes the white of the tablecloth has almost disappeared under the offerings…
June 26, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
We surround our hero as he wipes his work place, waiting to know our command…
June 19, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Where I’m Eating Now
I’ve found so many new places I want to return to even after writing about them…
June 12, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
It’s very good and it hasn’t been written about...
June 5, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
I like to head uptown at a whisper of cuisinary...
May 29, 2017 | BITE: My Journal
Gladiator Jose Garces may be a video hero and a star in Philadelphia, but that’s not what brings me…