ERICA: We just got back from a meeting with our travel agent Joan from Valerie Wilson, and I’m walking on cloud nine. FINALLY, a wedding planning task that does not completely suck.
To sum it up, Joan rocks…and she rocks hard. Before we even sealed the deal with her, she sent us over a Read More
Dining à la Groucho Marx
At an East Village Southern Italian
“This way, please.” The friendly young maître’d at Frank in the East Village was standing on the sidewalk and motioned me inside.
Not so fast. A red-faced waiter charged out the door, brandishing a plate of spaghetti. I jumped aside in the Read More
During lunch one Monday at Esca, a southern Italian seafood restaurant in the theater district, chef David Pasternack stopped by our table. “We have a wonderful Kenai River steelhead salmon from Alaska, which is only in season for one week a year. It has so little fat you can’t cook it, so I serve it Read More
Sandro’s is the sort of trattoria you stumble upon in Rome or Naples, having run the gauntlet of Vespas and gotten lost several times. It has a jovial, outsize chef and waiters who hectically weave their way among the tables, wielding Parmesan and pepper mills and setting down free glasses of grappa after dinner. I Read More
“When I was 19,” Jonathan Richman sang to the crowd at the Bowery Ballroom, “I was over-intellectual … I was such a little brat.” Then he grinned his goofy, mournful grin, reeled back from the microphone and launched into another acoustic 1-4-5 guitar solo, for “Nineteen in Naples.”
Now 48, Mr. Richman has a Read More
