Much-maligned restaurateur Guy Fieri–he of the midtown eatery Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar, lambasted in these pages–has met sad-clown rapper Drake, and the pair cooked up a… maroon-and-yellow-looking dish, flavored with Donkey Sauce and Drake’s tears over Rihanna. Rap-Up reports that the photo, taken by Instagram user wordonrd, took place at Read More
Food Network star Guy Fieri, with his critically lambasted Times Square joint, isn’t the only one trying to capitalize off TV fame. The Associated Press reports that the popular cooking-instruction channel has opened a restaurant, the Food Network Kitchen, at Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport in Florida. Read More
While New Yorkers have created a lot of great holiday meal traditions–that whole “Chinese food on Christmas Eve” thing was totally ours–Thanksgiving has always been sort of a hodgepodge. If New York is a melting pot of culture, we might need a little more salt when it comes to figuring out how to take the Thanksgiving meal from home and transport it here.
Or we can just give up and order a turkey from Trader Joe’s. Read More
To: All staffers populating the offices of The New Yorker, Wall Street Journal, NBC’s News Channel 5, and The New York Times
Re: Guy Fieri’s American Kitchen & Bar Read More
What better place for The New York Times to throw a party than at Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar? And when better than on the very same day that the paper ran Pete Wells’ complete and utter take-down of Guy Fieri’s Times Square restaurant.
How’s that for awkward? Read More
– Jay Z was not “right next to De Niro” the other night at Leonardo DiCaprio’s birthday. The Taxi Driver star gave the Jigga a Meet the Fockers-level awkward greeting when Jay-Z tried to approach the King of Comedy only to get rebuffed because he had never returned Bob’s phone calls. Even Beyoncé Read More
In January of 1968, the beginning of a year when the world caught on fire, Guy Ferry was born in a hospital in Columbus, Ohio. And in that moment, though America would not realize it for years to come, she had welcomed into her heartland perhaps her greatest homegrown besmircher, the seed of her undoing. Read More
“They called me a chigger.”
Eddie Huang, the gleefully iconoclastic chef-cum-troublemaker, was in a back room at the Ace Hotel, remembering high school. He’d just finished serving as the host of a Jeremy Lin viewing party for a crowd of the chef’s friends and “three random girls from Twitter.” The wax-paper wrapped bao—the signature Asian bun sandwiches that have been drawing crowds to his restaurant, Baohaus, since December 2009—were long since emptied of their pork-packed glories. The Knicks had fallen to the New Jersey Nets. And Mr. Huang was in a reflective mood. Read More
