For restaurants in New York, there are spaces blessed and spaces cursed. The accursed kind is inevitably occupied by a telltale loser parade of strangely named tenants, like FR.OG, and ill-begotten concepts, like a “barstro.”
During their short lives, these places are as barren as Sarah, as lonely as Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks and as shifty Read More
It’s difficult to pinpoint the exact moment New York’s fascination with pork turned into a fascination with pigs. Though similar, the difference between pig and pork is vast. It’s the difference between life and death. Pigs are undead pork. Pork is a former pig.
Nevertheless, in recent years the object of the food scene’s affection Read More
When I called to make a reservation, I was brought up short for a second when a male voice answered “A Voce. Dante speaking.”
Dante Camara (not Alighieri) is the maître d’ at A Voce (which means “word of mouth”), a new Italian restaurant near Madison Square Park. The team behind this venture is impressive. Read More