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Pera Soho – Soho

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I’m a sucker for good baba ganoush, and Pera Soho happens to do a modern twist on it, mixing the smoked eggplant with a garlicky yogurt.  And they’re not shy with bread, either.  (Pet peeve of mine: offering some sort of dip on a menu and then being stingy about the bread that comes with…

The Saint Austere – Williamsburg

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Hands down, this is one of my favorite places in my neighborhood — and I don’t take that label lightly.  Velvety polenta hand-whisked for five hours and topped with a spicy sausage ragu… ah, that’s heaven in your mouth for just $10.  The tripe stew is also impressive, if not downright ballsy, for a bar…

Fort Defiance – Red Hook

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I’m not sure what possessed me to pitch a bar in Red Hook in the first place — it would mean I would actually have to get my ass down to that remote neighborhood inconveniently located away from any subway line (or other sign of civilization in NYC).  You may think I’m exaggerating, but my…

Sons of Essex – Lower East Side

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Is it a restaurant or a nightclub?  Although I normally try to avoid this identity-crisis bars, I begrudgingly admit that Sons of Essex surprised me with at least a few good dishes.  Their hen and waffle combo is one of the better ones in the city, perfectly cooked and proportioned.  And who doesn’t love fried…

169 Bar – Lower East Side

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If you make it to this remote corner of the Lower East Side, it’s worth stopping in at the kitschy 169 Bar, which serves up some seriously great blue crab legs for just $6.  If anything, it’s worth getting just so you can lick up the spicy Old Bay sauce that the crabs are bathed…

Vault at Pfaff’s – NoHo

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The basement space at the corner of Broadway and Bleecker has taken many forms throughout its existence, but perhaps none as interesting as its original: a mid-19th century hangout for America’s original bohemians. Charles Pfaff’s beer cellar was long a waterhole for a group of literary thinkers such as Walt Whitman and Henry Clapp Jr.,…

The Caulfield – Flatiron

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I’m not totally sure I understand this bar.  Though named after the famed protagonist in The Catcher in the Rye, The Caulfield’s menus don’t necessarily translate to classic 1950s New York—not even a hint of a martini or Tom Collins on the menu.  Plus, the food is Mexican-style.  Eh, at least the tacos are pretty decent……

Alewife Queens – Long Island City

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The pub masters behind neighborhood bars Lord Hobo in Cambridge, Mass., and the original Alewife in Baltimore have opened their latest venture, Alewife Queens, located in the residential recesses of Long Island City. The bar is one of their most ambitious yet, if perhaps a little too ambitious… Still, jalapeno mac and cheese with BBQ pork…

Patiala – Flatiron

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Somehow I managed to order some of the most unappetizing-looking food on the menu for this review.  Ever since I’ve avoided ordering anything resembling meat on a stick for Serious Eats.  No odd camera angles or mad Photoshopping can make it look good. But damn, did it taste good. Bar Eats: Patiala at Junoon

The Tippler – Chelsea

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What am I, chicken liver? If only the food were as creative as the drinks.   If you’re going to put things like gunpowder tea-infused vodka or smoked salt in a cocktail, then why not spice up the Chicken Liver Pate or the Boquerones (anchovies on toast) with a little something extra?  Pan con Tomate should…

Williams & Bailey – Williamsburg

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French Dip, right here in Williamsburg?  Of course, it’s called “Prime Rib Dip,” perhaps to distance itself from the fact that it’s an L.A. creation, but let’s call a spade a spade.  To its credit, Williams & Bailey has a great version of it, with rare slices of tender prime rib and a delightfully salty…

Gilt Club – Not Colin the Chicken, but Billy the Goat

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“You know that restaurant that was in that Portlandia clip?  We went.  It’s pretty good.” My friend’s rec had a touch of blasé to its tone, but it was good enough to pique my interest.   With two hours to kill and a belly full of Voodoo Doughnuts and iced coffee, I had nothing left to…

Bunk Sandwiches – Lowering Expectations

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In typical Portland anti-establishment fashion, the Bunk Sandwiches website says: “We didn’t think it was very nice to brag about how incredibly awesome our sandwiches are.” OK, fine. I’ll do it. Bunk Sandwiches made the best vegetarian sammy I’ve ever eaten. Ever.

Coffee & Doughnuts the Portland Way

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Coffee and doughnuts. The Northeast does Dunkin. The South does Krispy Kreme. Canada does Tim Horton’s. And Portland? Well, Portland doesn’t do chains. Unless of course they are locally owned, organically grown, artisanally focused and, of course, quirky to the fullest.

Qi Bangkok Eatery – Times Square

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The only reason I went was because my friend Sam Kim told me that the place had a cocktail called “Krungthepmahanakhon Amornrattanakosin Mahintharayutthaya Mahadilokphop Noppharat Ratchathaniburirom Udomratchaniwetmahasathan Amonphiman Awatansathit Sakkathattiyawitsanukamprasit.” Seriously.