New York is a tongue town. Katz’s has been slicing it by the pound for decades. It’s a Jewish classic. My grandfather Sam often ordered a tongue omelet, an object of perverse and horrified fascination. I’d sooner have bit off my own than sampled that thin... See more
Mary’s Fish Camp was such a West Village institution that it was easy to overlook it until it was gone. Like Pearl, the nearby seafooderie from which it grew and then acrimoniously split, Mary’s soldiered on for many years after its new-kid-on-the-block s... See more
We are few, we are passionate. We are the drinkers of evening Bloody Marys. We are used to be being scoffed at; we are used to even our compliments coming with a breeze of backhand. “My grandmother always had Bloodies at night,” says Nick Perkins, the co-... See more
The smell hits you halfway down the block, right around the custom-bra fitter the Rack Shack: fat, smoke, sweet. Bark is dead ahead, a new Dominican-inflected barbecue joint in Bushwick, whose hangar-size space, once home to a paper and plastic wholesaler... See more
The Manhattan Pizza Wars of a decade or so ago are mostly over — they’re the stuff of bardic legend now. Anthony Mangieri of Una Pizza Napoletana won. There’s still plenty of good pizza to be had without fuss, but among the flour-blend-parsing micro-gastr... See more
