Eric Bogosian’s Talk Radio is just about the best theatrical expression of our fucked-up culture that I know. Yet it’s scarcely a play. In its toxic essentials, it’s an electrifying solo performance piece for a virtuoso actor. Mr. Bogosian first played the corrosive antihero of his own play at the Public Theater in 1987 and Read More
On the cold, wet second day of spring this year, I sought refuge from the lashing sleet with a group of New York transplants who, like myself, hail from warmer climes. For two hours, an impossibly well-decorated studio near 71st and Park was, as the location for March’s meeting of the Southern Supper Club, for Read More
Like a gentleman who cannot decide which suit to wear to dinner, Compass, the protean, three-year-old establishment near Lincoln Center, continues to seek an identity. Since opening three years ago, it has bid adieu to three chefs and in the process has seen more twists and turns than a slalom course. The latest culinary theme Read More
Las Vegas is not a town I ever expected would become famous for its restaurants. Last time I was there, years ago, I went into a drugstore to buy some postcards to send home. They included pictures of mushroom clouds with a greeting underneath that read: “Welcome to Nevada, the Atomic State!” I haven’t been Read More
Once upon a time, there was an oyster that brought fame and fortune to its owner, the proprietor of a London restaurant. In the middle of a cold winter’s night, the restaurateur was awakened by the sound of repeated whistling from the kitchen. Armed with a stick, he crept downstairs and traced the whistle to Read More
Between 1983 and 1986, Toby Beavers probably had more fun than anyone in New York, as a partial owner of the Surf Club, a hot spot for the young investment banker crowd. Mr. Beavers enjoyed the women, the champagne, the stimulants, the limousines. He partied with Mick Jagger and Rick James while the serious money Read More
