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At a party recently, I was chatting with Amanda from Eater about how disconnected I feel from the world of New York dining; how I rarely know what’s new, what’s not, what’s worth eating at and what’s worth avoiding. How does the Eater gang stay so informed? And how do the throngs of savvy New…

Fancy dinners are funny things: you think you have to plan for them, make reservations, get dressed up, when in fact the idea of a “fancy dinner” is just a construct; the truth is, a talented chef with a nice restaurant wants nothing more than for you to pop in at the spur of the…

The First Stage: Shock The original plan was to take Craig to see the play “Speech & Debate,” which he’s been eager to see, and then to dinner at Soto–a Japanese place in the West Village, praised as the second best new restaurant of the year by Frank Bruni in The New York Times. And…

Here are the people we saw last night at the Gourmet.com launch party at Bar Boulud: – Calvin Trillin – Mark Bittman – Eric Ripert – David Chang – Jonathan Waxman – Aaron Sanchez – Michael Psilakis – Rebecca Charles – April Bloomfield – Alfred Portale – Joey Campanaro – Daniel Boulud (it was his…

I am bad with secrets. I’ve always been bad with secrets. You shouldn’t tell me any secrets, secret holders, because I will give them away. Case in point: the brunch you see above. What is it? Where can you get it? Why do I love it so? If I were a good secret keeper, I’d…

I have made a discovery, dear reader, and it may not be much of a discovery–I’m sure big city eaters have known this for some time–but I’ve come to the conclusion that winter time is prime time for New York dining. The above picture was taken at The Spotted Pig where I took Patty to…

You know that episode of “Sex & The City” where Miranda gets upset that the woman at her Chinese delivery knows her order so well she finishes Miranda’s sentence? Well, that may soon happen to me. Our favorite place to order in from here in Park Slope is Long Tan, a Thai restaurant on 5th…

Leah, who designed my website, couldn’t believe it when I told her, back when I met her, that I’d never had pho (pronounced: F-uh). “Oh my God,” she said. “When it’s cold, I totally have to take you out for pho.” News flash: it’s cold. And Leah, ever the persistent pho-pusher, reminded me over e-mail…