Anchor Bar is supposedly the home of the original Buffalo wing. This bar is obviously not in Buffalo. And it's not in any way original. Though they do have ...
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 ...
Who doesn't love a taco? Well, apparently like everyone online who has ever been to this joint. The reviews are just fucking brutal. One review site (which ...
There were decades of my life in which I never considered eating German food. I thought of it as nothing but sausages and sauerkraut. It turns out I wasn't ...
I don't speak French. Like at all. I can say hello and goodbye and thank you. Sort of. Otherwise it's a giant mush of vowels to me. I would be in big troubl...
From the team that brought you Cookshop and Five Points (R.I.P.) comes my latest foray into the sustainable world of coziness. And, yes, Hundred Acres is...
Formerly the location of goodburger, P.J. Clarke's decided to go into the same business and open an old-fashioned burger joint, complete with ice cream...
This joint has a seriously classic look. A long wooden bar with wooden bar stools lines one side of the narrow space, with low tables on the other. The floo...
Brunch is supposed to be eaten at nice white tables on a sunny garden patio with stemware and fruit juice mixed with bubbly alcohol. There should be girls i...
Never having the balls to go to Dufresne's real restaurent, wd~50, I jumped at the chance to go to this, his low-rent eatery. Ok, not low-rent, but certainl...
I didn't have high hopes for this bar when I approached its True Blood-lovin' confines, but what I found inside certainly didn't align with what I saw outsi...
Ordering the PBR and a shot special while it was still light outside somehow felt like I was the guy with the flask at the five-year-old's birthday party. I...
There was a stretch of about ten months when I ate at this truck at least once every two weeks. Essentially every time I walked out of my office and saw the...
I kept thinking this joint was called "Schoolbreds." Which made me think of those Little School Boy cookies. Or those shortbread things, um, Lorna Doones. T...
There is nothing I hate more on this green earth than egg salad. This hatred generally extends to any kind of hard-boiled egg, including the dreaded deviled...
My buddy suggested we go to the Rusty Knot, a bar in the West Village called "The Rusty Knot!" Wait, that's not a euphemism for a butthole? But it's a rusty...
I stopped into this place for a beer or two just because I liked the looks of it. Call it a classy redneck joint. Rather than a rusted tin roof, license pla...
New York is a big goddamn state. Most of it is filled (or not filled) with big swaths of empty nothingness. Believe me, I've made that drive from NYC to Bin...
