How to Stop the Swelling? Four Answers to Love Handles

Confront your holiday bloat! Do it now! Spring merch is already starting to hit the stores; meanwhile, you need to hit the treadmill … and try not to break it–or eat it!

It all started last September, when–egged on by well-intentioned Katie Couric–type people–you went on a post–9/11 comfort-food ingest-athon. Who can blame you? Read More

So Retro … It’s A Landmark!

At its meeting today, the Department of City Planning unanimously voted to support the Landmarks Preservation Commission’s landmarking of the Summit Hotel (now the Doubletree Metropolitan Hotel), at 569 Lexington Avenue at 51st Street.

The aquamarine S-shaped building, which was designed by Morris Lapidus–whose other buildings include Miami Beach’s Fountainbleau and Eden Roc–was built in Read More

Stung by a WASP! Still, I Love Palm Beach

Contemplating a second home in Florida? Struggling to decide between frowzy Palm Beach and freaky Miami Beach? Let me add to your confusion.

My husband Jonathan Adler and I spent last week in Florida, commuting back and forward between Palm Beach and Miami Beach. We are more than familiar with Palm Beach, owning, as we Read More

Dining out with Moira Hodgson

New Flatiron Lounge Is

An Indian-Themed Scene

Taj is a hot new restaurant- cum -lounge in the Flatiron district serving Indian fusion cuisine. Being British, I grew up with an Indian fusion cuisine of sorts: It was known as the Sunday curry lunch and consisted of chicken and lamb curries served with mango chutney Read More

Something About South Beach-Where to Be Nude, Classy

“It’s just so much easier to be a pig in Miami,” a recently transplanted New Yorker told me. Not surprisingly, his lusty endorsement of South Beach as the ultimate getaway for sleaze-starved Manhattanites culminated in an anti-Giuliani rant. “Thanks to him, New York is no fun anymore. But it’s all here in Miami–and more, if Read More

A Little Italy Social Club Caters to a New Mob

The social clubs of Little Italy, where mobsters reputedly did business at the pool table or over a game of cards in the back room, aren’t places you’d expect to find blood-orange dipping sauce with your calamari, or rabbit-and-ginger sausage on your tagliatelle. But Wyanoka, concealed behind a glass door marked simply with a “W” Read More