The circa-1907 chandelier depicts a barmaid among clusters of grapes, harkening back to the space’s original use: a men-only barroom.
Harold Ross, the magazine’s founder, roamed here to ask his friends to write. Once, when he asked Dorothy Parker why she wasn’t in the office writing, she replied, “Someone was using the pencil.” Leer más.
This Village relic was revamped by the restaurateur Keith McNally, of the Odeon, Balthazar, and Pastis. The vibe is now less seedy watering hole, more claustrophobe-celeb. Leer más.
Robert De Niro’s place seems at first glance rather high-end faux. But the chef Andrew Carmellini’s blissfully homey Italian food serves as a reminder that cooking what you grow is a very good idea. Leer más.
Didier Pawlicki, the chef and owner of one of the tiniest, least pretentious, more pleasurable French bistros in the city, is a sensitive and adaptable—not to mention Internet-savvy—soul. Leer más.
“The name, though reminiscent of a Tarzan boast, is apt: Flex Mussels forgoes European and American tradition and puts the mussel on steroids.” Leer más.
“And if you’re trying to describe a institution like Poets House,/…With a library, an auditorium, exhibition space, and reading rooms,/…Ordinary prose will not do.” –Ian Frazier Leer más.
The place began life as an evening tenant at the Dumbo General Store, but the atmosphere in its new location on the Bowery is meant to evoke the sophistication of contemporary Mexico. Leer más.
“The space is either the principal attraction (if its airporty weirdness appeals) or the primary problem (if the weirdness does not, and if the premium therefore grates).” Leer más.
The team behind the Spotted Pig brings this new gastropub that projects a certain swagger. Chef April Bloomfield’s knack for unusual meats is evident, and the menu reads a bit like Dickens. Leer más.
“So broadly Spanish (‘modern’) as to include accents of old colonies and rival powers,” with “a casual, airy bar area for tapas and a formal dining room, with Iberian maroons.” Leer más.
