Ever since I up and bought a house in New Orleans to celebrate my croning, I've been hankering to find a New York kitchen where I could get my fill of gumbo and po'boys in between US Air flights. So I was thrilled to get a call from my Texas girlfriend about the Delta Grill, located on the edge of the theater district. The Delta evoked by the grill's decor is not the cast-iron balconies of the Big Easy, but the neighborhood joints where a step into the cool interior brings relief from the heat and you can get a Bloody Mary or a Sazerac at any hour of the day. Tin roofs overhang the bar and dining area, and the slowly circling ceiling fans overhead make even November's... More >>>