Bob Anderson, Fort Hamilton, Brooklyn
“I’m going on vacation overseas. I’m not telling you where.”
Bob Anderson, Marble Hill, the Bronx
“I have no idea. I don’t have any money, so I guess I will stay home. I mind my business. That’s hard to do. Just doing what you’re supposed to do is Read More
It was March 14, three days before “the last day of diplomacy at the U.N.,” and there were no drunken diplomats to be found at the U.N. Plaza Hotel bar on East 44th Street.
“Diplomats don’t hang out in bars,” said the bartender. “You wouldn’t be allowed to talk to them anyway.”
But then Read More
Danilo Birch, the 32-year-old head chef at Clavichord on East 86th Street, watched in dismay as the burger wars got ever pricier-and with it, less burger-y: the $41 foie-gras-and-truffles-stuffed Kobe patty at the Old Homestead begat the $50 version at DB Bistro Moderne, which begat the $55 caviar-and-truffle burger at Rive Droit, which begat the Read More
