Most congenial carpetbagger (2008)
Years ago, Ithaka was a West Village neighborhood favorite little known to outsiders. It occupied a dark warren on Grove Street that terminated in a skylit backyard room where villagers would dine late into the evening. Then one day, like some urban Ulysses, the restaurant departed home forever, and after a voyage of some years, reappeared on the Upper East Side, which was like deciding to stay forever in Troy. The food is still fab, and a little cheaper than you'd expect in that region, including charcoal-grilled fish, warm pitas, pungent dips, and stiff-but-accommodating waiters.