Nothing says "premium" like a tiny, not-so-clean-looking storefront on Sixth Ave. There is probably more urine per square inch on this block than the porta-pott...
Quality Meats is a confusing joint right off the bat. It feels subterranean, but it's not really subterranean. Or is it? It's a steakhouse that feels more like ...
Sorry, I know this cart (which is now an army of carts) is popular and supposedly one of the best, but to me it's straight garbage. Mass produced and inconsiste...
There's nothing like taking a real word and bastardizing it to name your business. In this case I have to assume that Omakasa is someone somewhere grabbing ...
I feel like this is at least the second wine bar I've reviewed in the past couple months. And that, in any real world, would be two too many. Because that's jus...
Shouldn't it be Keen's Steakhouse, like with a possessive 's'? And who is this Keen dude? And why is he so obsessed with oldie timey churchwarden pipes? Like ob...
How in the ever loving hell could there be two bars in NYC that relate to a semi-classic surf crime movie staring Keanu Reeves movie from 1991 (which was in tu...
Apparently this joint has been around for a really long time. Its Home Depot, rote Irish pub decor is an immediate turn off to me, and smacks of the midtown bar...
The outside of this joint always makes me a little sad. It kind of looks like the outside of a sad camper. Like one of those pop-up ones that your uncle towed b...
Now part of: Benihana
I guess the suits need a place to gorge themselves on Indian buffet. So there's this place. But like most joints in Midtown, your dollar...
Rumor has it that there is food and shit served in this joint. I have my doubts. The only reason to come here, as far as I'm concerned, is for the two-for-one m...
Apparently this dude David Chang is some sort of famous guy or something. Ok, famous in the world of people who like to eat pig parts and noodles and whatno...
Brick oven pizza is like what I imagine crack is like to, well, a crack addict. I've honestly never had the balls to try the stuff (crack, not pizza), but if it...
This poor cart always seems to be surrounded by Manhattan turmoil. My last visit (pictured left) finds our meat truck covered in scaffolding, wedged between a c...
I can't even count the number of times I've stood before a glass case at one of these lunch places looking at the same damned sandwiches, paninis and various wr...
Is the word "cocina" Italian or Spanish? Sure, go ahead and make fun of my terrible ignorance, but my eight years of Spanish instruction, if it taught me an...
While Chinese food may be the draw at this midtown eatery, it is Joe's miraculous optical illusion that really got me. The thing looks like a little, dinky join...
If I owned this joint, I'd call it Bitchin' Kitchen! That might turn people off, and belie my 1980s Los Angelino roots, but since when do I care what anybody th...
