Int., East 58th Street, midmorning. People, people: We’re opening a restaurant today. Mia Dona! It ...
Poach it. Braise it. Work it. Love it. Elegant barnyard fare amidst colorful, mural-wrapped walls and full floral arrangements. Seasonal menus keep things fresh.
Int., East 58th Street, midmorning. People, people: We’re opening a restaurant today. Mia Dona! It ...
Inexpensive Mediterranean classics in a railroad setup. Roasted garlic in breadbaskets and affordable wine choices make Midtown much more bearable.
If you can’t make the trip to the Hudson Valley outpost (an old Rockefeller estate with a working farm), go here for chef Dan Barber’s plentiful bounty. Fresh is the name of the game — observed and ingested with reverence.
Sweet Austrian restaurant on the corner surprises with modern takes on spaetzle, schnitzel, and strudel.
Corridor-size digs house a bicoastal raw bar and eager, seafoodie patrons. Fifty bucks gets you a taste of almost everything on the menu.
Of the many fine reasons to hop over to Paris (wine, cheese, and snooty attitude ...
Hold onto your counter seat for a slew of cross-cuisine tastings. Omakase-style dishes live up to execution-praising hype.