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[Pigging by Wilfrid: July 6, 2009]
Greek "tapas" - why not? - in the former private dining room of Anthos, overlooking 52nd Street.
It sounded suitably post-modern and 2009-ish, especially on an evening when a full cruise through the main restaurant's menu was not required. Anyway, The Feedbag thought the menu "pretty hot." Good enough.
[Pigging by Wilfrid: July 6, 2009]
Just as well the bar of the W Tuscany is air-conditioned. Because you wouldn't want this lot melting.
This lot being a vast array of "handcrafted" chocolates carpeting the bar and spilling over onto chairs and tables. The occasion?
Continue reading "Bissinger's: Or, Wilfrid And The Chocolate Factory" »
[New York Peasant by Wilfrid: July 6, 2009]
I did see the Francis Bacon retrospective at the Met this week, and I'll probably visit again before reviewing it. In the meantime, however, a brief note on the unsatisfying James Ensor show at MOMA.
[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: July 6, 2009]
I had an invitation from friends to spend the holiday with them during a spell of muggy, intensely hot weather ten years ago.
[Pigging by Wilfrid: June 29, 2009]
The Bowery. The Bowery. I won't go there no more...
Or so they used to sing in olden times; but in summer of '09, beautiful people flock to the former flop strip.
Continue reading "DBGB - A Bar On The Bowery For Uplifting Gormandizers [sic]" »
[Pigging by Wilfrid: June 29, 2009]
Thanks to ProChile, the trade commission for that long and narrow country, I enjoyed a "Flavors of Chile" lunch at Centrico while the rain hammered the sidewalks of Tribeca outside.
[Pigging by Wilfrid: June 29, 2009]
As red wine weather is still with us, along with general depression and a rare crop of celebrity deaths, I sent my wine valet down to the cellar to find a bottle of special cheer.
[New York Peasant by Wilfrid: June 29, 2009]
To the Manhattan Theater Club after a couple of stiff highballs at Sardi's for Samson Raphaelson's Accent on Youth. Truth is, to paraphrase Julian Maclaren-Ross, I knew f-- all about it.
[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: June 29, 2009]
Another week without much to report of gastronomic interest. I guess it must have been hot and sunny out in June 1999, because I certainly seemed to be hitting the streets.
Aldea: Exceptional value for meticulous modern-Iberian cuisine by George Mendes.
Back Forty Time to remember it has a garden.
Corton: Paul Liebrandt returns in the former Montrachet spaceAllegretti: Grown-up Provencale cooking in the Flatiron
Veritas: The new chef, a Robuchon alumnus, is starting to offer some of the best French cooking in town.




