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.”
March 3, 2014 | BITE: My Journal
Yes, the lace curtains are charming…
February 24, 2014 | BITE: My Journal
The Shrine of Masa
The mingle of sweet and salt and fat is powerful. You lick it slowly from the small black wooden spoon…
February 17, 2014 | About Gael
Rafele: Neapolitan First
“Well, of course I am Italian,” the good-looking young chef begins. “But like Sophia Loren said: First I am Neapolitan“...
February 10, 2014 | BITE: My Journal
Scotch egg. Spotted Dick. Welsh rarebit...
February 3, 2014 | BITE: My Journal
Upper East Side friends, always complaining about cuisinary neglect, seem to need an indulgence...
January 27, 2014 | BITE: My Journal
Empire, It's a Diner
Were we waiting for this? I guess. It's a diner...
January 20, 2014 | BITE: My Journal
My 2013 Bests
In 45 years as a restaurant critic, I’ve never thought any spot too tiny, too special to share...
January 13, 2014 | BITE: My Journal
M. Wells Steakhouse
Sure, we knew the meatery was set up in an old auto body shop. We just didn’t imagine it would look like an old auto body shop.
January 6, 2014 | BITE: My Journal
The Writing Room
Don’t go looking for insult or affirmation, this isn’t Elaine’s and it ain’t ever gonna be…
December 23, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
Count Me 40 Twice
I decided I would organize my own celebration while I was still around to attend, to brave the roasts, to giggle at the exposure of my frailties and to make sure the grilled cheese canapés were rich and drippy...
December 16, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
We are dabbling in small plates that first dinner when suddenly we enter a tilt zone…
December 15, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
Feeding the Folks
Ask for a table veiled with white curtains and explore the vegetarian menu of chef Hemant Mathur…
December 9, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
Think of the pedigree here, after all: Harvard scholar, Retail Princess, nearly twenty years as the marketing right hand of Daniel Boulud…
December 2, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
It was so bucolic up there one evening last week, the cabbie graciously swung a ”U” on West 106th to drop us on the north side of the street.
November 18, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
Red Farm UWS
It might have been the last time anyone would see an empty table at 2170 Broadway…
November 11, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
Contra is Indicated
I see that the menu asks $3 for bread. I’m annoyed...
November 4, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
I knew the original Bilboquet as a cramped little sardine can catering to the Upper East Social set, whatever that is. I shouldn’t be so snobby…
October 28, 2013 | BITE: My Journal
Congenital cynics might dismiss it as pop goods recycled, a sequel, or the exploitation of an aging debutante already deprived of her virginity in Las Vegas…