Cuisine. Culture. Commentary.
The name sounds so rock and roll but it’s fitting because this sandwich shop serves braised meat with an attitude. Mayhem and Stout started as a stall at NYC flea markets and just opened their first brick and mortar location on Friday – a convenient one block walk from my apartment. Since it’s so close…
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Whether you’re on the East Side or West Side, Rare has a rooftop for you. The music may have been a little loud for 5 PM on a Thursday afternoon, but I suppose people are ready to party when the end of the work week is near and the weather is beautiful. The view at…
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When someone says Stonestreet, I’m sure you immediately think of happy hour swamped by banking guys in suits letting off some steam. On a typical weeknight you would be right, but I think it’s worth giving Stonestreet a chance on the weekend, too. Sure, FiDi is significantly quieter when the market is closed and all…
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You’re wrong if you think the whitefish challenge of this post’s title means a competition to eat the most whitefish in the least amount of time. I don’t know if that would excite you or gross you out but either way that’s not what it refers to. The whitefish challenge is something my brother, sister-in-law,…
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I waited patiently for Hendrick’s to open in a space that had remained vacant for the full year since I moved into my apartment. It was right downstairs from my place and as it started coming together, it looked promising. The painted brick, white marble bar, and glazed wood floors signified a spot that could…
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My brother set the bar extraordinarily high before his annual NYC visit. He told me I needed to find us a restaurant 1) with food he can’t get in Savannah (that’s not Chinese or Korean), 2) is not in an outer borough, 3) is reasonably priced, 4) would knock his socks off. They said it…
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When I noticed Mighty Quinn’s on a cab ride down to the East Village, I immediately recognized it as the place that had the long lines at Smorgasburg the previous weekend. Then the brain really started working as I remembered a write up in NY Mag and again as I recalled a two-star review in…
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This weekend was sweaty. The heat in NYC was BRUTAL and it didn’t take more than five minutes of walking outside before my shirt was stuck to my back. But it takes more than heat to stop my Mom and I from hoofing it all around the city. We walked around the humid mess of…
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I discovered Taproom No. 307 on a run and made a mental note to check it out. Apparently, my mental notes can’t be trusted because it took me months to actually remember to go. (Note: when I say I remembered, what I really mean is I didn’t remember at all – Albert actually suggested it.)…
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My Mom thought the bartender at Vanguard was joking when he said the ovens were shut off on Friday so we couldn’t order any of the cooked items on the menu. Except it wasn’t a joke. That’s just what happened when NYC experienced a heat wave and the act of using an oven became too…
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Peaches to Apples 