Friday night in the Meatpacking District, well after ten pm—and the hordes are out. Buddha Bar has a ninety-minute wait and Buddakan is Grand Central. Over at Fig & Olive, the music is nightclub loud. The streets are a parade … Read More
Open since April of 2003, Nice Matin has become the Balthazar of the Upper West Side. There’s a breakfast crowd, and a late-night crowd, and on clement weekends, the stretch of tables along Amsterdam is invariably filled—and not only by … Read More
Like a pack of wolves, the rich travel together, from one watering hole to another. Not because they like each other so much as because they can’t bear the idea that they might be missing something: who showed up with … Read More
A steel-gray winter Saturday in New York—and the Village appears deserted, all its well-heeled denizens off to St. Barts, or Turks & Caicos. The Hudson looks threatening. And for a moment, you might wish that you too were elsewhere—but then … Read More
To walk into the Red Cat on an early autumn evening, a slight nip in the air, is to realize more than a few of the season’s implied promises. The summer not completely faded from memory or face, everyone looks … Read More
Here’s a handy word to know for your next vacation in Arabic-speaking lands: taboon. As in domed oven used for baking puffy flatbread. Then again, if you tend to heed State Department warnings, travel instead to Taboon at 52nd and … Read More
That room! In a city of great rooms – be they ballrooms or private clubs or soaring public spaces – there’s a special fondness for the dining rooms of New York City that are both majestic and comforting at the … Read More
Some restaurants, rare though they are, exude a kind of palate mnemonic. There you are, seated at a restaurant, when something happens to your memory, thanks to something on your palate, or perhaps the lighting, or the tables, the music … Read More
