The marquee at Gramercy Theatre read "Shakespeare Theatre" so as to keep the game of bingo going on inside "underground." The ink markers handed out to keep track of the game quickly became tools for a spontaneous mass body-art event for the 700-odd people in attendance.
If ever a guy kept diners guessing, it would be Jehangir Mehta, the experimental pastry chef who inched into the savory world with his minuscule East Village debut, Graffiti. Equally eclectic in scope is this follow-up venture, located inside Tribeca's Duane Street Hotel.Read Lauren Shockey's...
The boxy Ecuadorian restaurant is warm and filled with good smells from the kitchen at the far end of the room, just beyond the small bar, where fruit shakes in exotic flavors and Corona beers are dispensed.
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In contrast to the name—which conjures up images of stray farm animals rummaging through hills of trash—the restaurant is an affable and pleasant place that strives to reveal its inner goatiness by featuring a single goat dish at all times.
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A few steps down Mulberry, you’ll find Balaboosta, which shifts gears toward the Eastern end of the Mediterranean. Maybe it’s still healthy, but now it can call itself sexy.
Read the rest of Lauren Shockey's review here. Photos by Liz Barclay.
Ingrid Roettele returned from Germany to head Heartbreak, a new restaurant in the East Village with a menu that covers all the Teutonic bases, providing German, Swiss, and Austrian vittles. Read the review here.