Orally Fixated at Amalia

Freud adored his mother, but I wonder what he would feel about naming a restaurant after her. I can’t imagine what he would think of this restaurant, which has opened in midtown Manhattan next door to the Dream Hotel.

The décor suffers from multiple-personality disorder. The dining rooms, on two levels connected by archways, are Read More

Oh, Christ! Indie Designer Goes Mobile

Across the street from the Imitation of Christ show during now-thankfully-over Fashion Week, the label’s brand-new “store” was resting right in the middle of the Sixth Avenue sidewalk: a clear, Plexiglas phone-booth-style box with a red canopy over the top to protect customers from the heavy rain. Inside the phone booth, one lone ivory dress Read More

The New Squid Row? Terrific Italian on the Bowery

Don’t be put off by its name or address. Contrary to what you might think, the City Eatery at 316 Bowery is neither a soup kitchen nor a flophouse cafeteria, but rather a smart new restaurant serving terrific Italian food. Granted, by current standards (if not those of the Salvation Army), it is cheap: For Read More

Should Puppies Meet Their Natural Birth Mothers?

Back in January, my wife bugged me to bring home two puppies from the pound that looked like little yellow foxes. They loved the woods, and before long I was nuts about them; then I got curious to find out who their biological parents were. The puppies were so cute that everyone I passed on Read More

Country Club Chic at the Oscars

Don’t you loathe all the pre-Oscar hype? I find it very unglamorous and decidedly proctalgia-inducing. What happened to spontaneity? This year the speculation about the nominees and their outfits definitely reached a zenith of baroque silliness.

Sunday night finally arrived–time to sit down in front of the telly and endure the four-hour ceremony. Oy ! Read More

Two Hours ($25) at the Last No-Tell Hotel

Scurrying along the sidewalk on a late Sunday afternoon, hardly anyone looks at the decrepit artifact standing forlornly on the southwest corner of 42nd Street and Ninth Avenue. Those who do scrunch their faces as if disturbed by the thought that this anachronistic eyesore taints the landscape of their new Times Square.

They probably don’t Read More