54 Canal Street, 212-226-8868

This gleeful new spot represents a retooling of the Japanese beef shabu shabu tradition by Chinese restaurateurs. Cook servings of seafood, chicken, pork, beef, or a vegetarian assortment by swooshing morsels in a pot of broth at your own individual radiant cooking station. Invite lots of friends and have a foolproof party, as guests figure out what to do with the various ingredients. The inexpensive all-in price features a mind-bending assortment of accessory cookables, including napa cabbage, bean thread vermicelli, raw egg, watercress, fish balls, tofu, taro root, etc., and a cavalcade of condiments. ¢


80 Wall Street, 212-232-0152

This handsomely decorated Japanese fast-food outlet describes itself as “sushi & bowl.” The sushi part features the most obvious combinations, which are as good as prefab sushi can get. While soups like beef with noodles suffer from a boring stock, the over-rice dishes are much tastier. Six bucks gets you katsudon, a fried pork cutlet mired in a scallion-laced omelet; bibimbap don, an adaptation of a mix-it-yourself Korean favorite; or, best deal of all, una don, a giant sauce-smeared eel fillet, at about one-third what you’d pay for it in an East Village Japanese joint. Open till 8 p.m. ¢



300 East 12th Street, 212-228-2909

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair when you dine at Angelica, a throwback to San Francisco circa 1968 in both food and decor. Lucky for us the cuisine has evolved considerably since then to a well-seasoned repertoire based on fresh veggies and grains. A pair of ambitious specials is offered each day: On a recent visit, there was a memorable pair of curried grain croquettes topped with homemade chutney and napped with dal, with a side of roast beets ramping up the plate’s earthy flavors. Soups are a particular strong point, with great depth of flavor achieved without resort to meat stocks. $


92 Third Avenue, 212-979-0053

Zen-like in its simplicity, this bare-bones burger joint looks like a franchise waiting to happen. The menu is so small, it can be listed on a business card: hamburger, cheeseburger, Blue 9 burger, fries, soft drinks, and three kinds of shakes. The burger bedevils Ronald and his pals by being made with fresh meat and cooked to order, and not covered with glop. Shakes are of the thick variety that’s hard to find in these parts, and, like the burger and fries (you won’t find any dry-aged or designer beef here), aspire to be merely good and not great. Though my first impression was “So what?” I found myself returning a week later for another taste. ¢


165 Allen Street, 212-253-8845

Like Kitchen 22, Dish evinces a recession mini-trend—the off-price bistro that provides a complete meal at a fixed price. In this case $14.50 buys you an entrée from a list of six (smoked chicken, lamb shank, catfish burger, meat loaf, roast monkfish, and, our fave, barbecued pork chop), plus two capacious sides from a much longer and wilder list. Unexpectedly, Dish also functions as a barbecue joint, via the excellent chicken and pork chop, and the too-dry lamb shank smothered in a smoked-tomato relish. Desserts are especially good, especially a bread pudding dribbled with buttery caramel sauce. $


30 East 13th Street, 212-366-9299

Forgoing the flotilla of free small dishes called pan chan, which you might not have been too fond of anyway, DoSirak offers what it calls “simple good Korean food,” and I can’t argue with that assessment. The soups are a particularly good deal (under $10), running from the unspicy but rib-sticking beef short rib to the searingly spicy pork and kimchee. The crock-seared rice salads known by the musical name bib bim bop are often thrust into the wood-burning oven at the rear of the restaurant, a vestige of pizza parlors past. $


401 Avenue of the Americas, 212-255-3242

Almost vegan Gobo—which possesses a familial connection to the Zen Palate chain—is one of Manhattan’s odder new restaurants. The menu goes for the global, moving effortlessly from South America to China, with many stops in between. I really dug the papaya ceviche and the Peruvian root-vegetable stew, especially since the agreeable orange broth also contained pozole. Too many dishes, however, achieve their results via application of grease and sugar, and the prices seem awfully high. At less than $10, lunch specials are a great deal, and the green-tea-colored dining room, open kitchen, and multiculti staff make dining a pleasure. $$


509 East 6th Street, 212-777-5920

The menu aims very high and achieves its goal at this expensive East Villager. We were knocked out by a wild- mushroom soup laced with truffle oil flaunting a heap of crunchy dried mushrooms in the middle, a lobster bruschetta incongruously employing little toast points like an English tea snack, and off-the-bone beef short ribs in a rich brown sauce with steamed leeks and pomegranate seeds. The ungainly multilevel space, though, leaves much to be desired, and the lack of tablecloths, the gleaming polyurethane on wooden surfaces, and the dim candle illumination reinforce the feeling that you’re cargo in a ship’s hold. $$$


192 Bleecker Street, 212-475-2355

While most downtown Tuscan trattorias make a halfhearted stab at authentic decor, this self-proclaimed osteria, by means of painted tiles and rustic wood furnishings, succeeded in convincing me I was steps away from Florence’s duomo. The mixed-cold-cut affettati platter is a good start to your meal, as is a bowl of ribollita, the splendid bean-and-bread soup. Proceed to the perfect crespelles, semolina crepes wrapped around spinach and ricotta, done to a bubbly brown. Although the lamb stew was a little boring, the salmi in coniglio, a quarter rabbit smeared with an herbal sweet-and-sour sauce called agrodolce, was as exciting as any I’ve tasted recently. $$$


117 Perry Street, 212-255-9191

Planted in a storefront that was once a famous gay bar, later an off-price Caribbean café, Voyage is an upscale bistro with a unique menu, inspired by American Southern, New Orleans, Latin, and Afro-Caribbean cooking. The oxtail croquettes are especially good, crunchy on the outside, spilling rich meat once you bite into them, while the spoonbread, textured like a souffle, comes smothered in an agreeable crawfish sauce. The comfortable dining room is upholstered in tobacco-brown fabric and lined with photos of Cuban men; the more boisterous barroom has its own special menu, where you can taste the signature appetizers without blowing a wad. $$$

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243 West 14th Street, 212-255-KLOE

Named after chef Erica Miller’s grandmother’s perfume, this Chelsea newcomer offers eclectic fare that judiciously incorporates elements from Asian, Middle Eastern, French, Mexican, and American Southwestern cooking. Recommended dishes include a geometric tower of beets and goat cheese, plump duck breast crusted with the Mediterranean spice mixture called zatar, and, especially, crisp sweetbreads rolled in macadamia nuts. Eligible for the most-daring-dish-of-the-year award: a medley of roasted winter vegetables served with a crock of a tasty Provençale brandade, made with tofu instead of salt cod. When was the last time you saw a tony and ambitious restaurant serve a consciously vegan entrée? $$$

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342 East 46th Street, 212-370-1866

You have to go upscale for the city’s best Basque food, alas. Catering to patrons from the UN, Marichu is an informal space decorated with pleasant but undistinguished color photos of Spain. The food, however, leaves a powerful impression, especially chiparones—baby squid coated with a thick black sauce made from ink, and a special soup that features potatoes and spicy chorizo in a paprika-red broth. Skip the lackluster paella, aimed at those who don’t know Basque from basket. Available during both lunch and dinner, the tapas menu is as good as any in town, and the eight-selection Spanish cheese plate performs equally well as appetizer or dessert. $$$


1069 First Avenue, 212-752-9277

Named after a freewheeling beach resort although situated in the shadow of the Queensboro Bridge, newly renovated Pattaya is a cut or two above the usual neighborhood budget Thai, with more piquant and complex spicing and a handful of unusual dishes. Foremost is Pattaya duck: roasted, deboned, flattened like chicken tabaka, and deep-fried to perfect crispness. On the side, rendered juices are deployed in a soup—thick with vegetables and heaped with roasted cashews—that doubles as a dipping sauce. A $6.95 lunch special served until 4 p.m. includes rice, main dish, and soup. $



2277 First Avenue, 212-860-6858

House of Tacos has handily aced out the competition to become East Harlem’s premier Mexican café, attracting families as well as tables of working men. The weekend specials of pozole and the tripe stew called panza are fab, the former served in a bright red, chile-laced version heaped with hominy and cubes of pork, furnished with an array of add-ins like radishes, onions, and chopped green chiles, in addition to a trio of fried corn tortillas for crumbling into the soup. The usual range of antojitos is also available, but check the steam table for non-menu moles and other southern Mexican fare. ¢


1726 Amsterdam Avenue, 212-234-3334

Hamilton Heights, where Alexander Hamilton once strolled around his ranch, is a new hot spot for southern Mexican cooking, and Mexico Dos is home to some of the best-prepared moles in town. The green is compounded of fresh tomatillos, green chiles, and cilantro, spiced with epazote and hoja santo—unforgettable whether poured over pork ribs or mixed with tortilla chips in a splendid chilaquiles. Red, too, has its advocates, who love the complexity of flavor that arises from a combo of sesame seeds, raisins, almonds, and several kinds of chiles. Decent Tex-Mex is also available at this highly recommended spot. ¢



1922 Coney Island Avenue, Midwood, 718-998-8811

This late-night kosher dairy café is decorated in an oddball rustic style, and features a pan-Israeli menu, including pizza, hummus with mushrooms, feta cheese salad, and Yemeni specialties. Among the latter is malawach, a tasty Frisbee of oily puff pastry topped with a variety of goodies—in a biblical mood, we picked the version featuring honey, dates, and sesame seeds. Bissaleh means “a little something” in Yiddish, but also designates a serpentine pastry stuffed with cheese, spinach, mushrooms, or potatoes and sided with a tea-boiled egg. $


40-15 Fifth Avenue, Sunset Park, 718-972-3756

This new Ecuadorian is illuminated entirely with neon; the fierce, life-size shark at the end of the room is penned in by a red lasso of it. Though Andean favorites like roast pork and peanut-sauced tripe are available, the heart of the menu is seafood and ceviches. The version of the faddish marinated fish salad offered here is more like a tart cold soup, the tasty broth laced with purple onions and topped with crunchy corn nuts to remind you of the pre-Columbian origins of this dish. Don’t miss the imported black clams, which tint the broth a lovely shade of slate gray. $


530 Driggs Avenue, Williamsburg, 718-388-6607

Though the name suggests a Portuguese place, Fada is a French bistro specializing in the vegetable-intensive provender of Provence. The dining room affects a raffish air, and the menu runs from shareable combination plates called assiettes to refreshing salads, such as a salade frisée that features smoked duck breast in addition to lardoons, to main courses voluminous enough to stand alone as your evening meal. Recommended entrées: steak frites featuring a thin sirloin sided with mounds of glistening fries, and an aioli garni of cod and homemade mayonnaise accompanied by legions of steamed vegetables and a handful of snails. Open for breakfast. $$


2929 Avenue R, Marine Park, 718-998-7851

In stark contrast to other ancient Italians in the vicinity, Michael’s consciously turns its back on all things Neapolitan and Sicilian, making it easy to go through an entire meal without marinara. The premises display a certain elegance, from the pebbly facade to the dim interior hung with medieval lamps that whisper “romance.” Starters are few and mainly seafood, but your pocketbook recommends you go directly to the meat and poultry entrées, which are so voluminously sided that no other courses are necessary. Veal chop primavera re-creates a Milanese specialty—pounded thin, breaded, and heaped with salad, while another favorite is gnocchi in vodka sauce. $$$


505 51st Street, Sunset Park, 718-633-4816

Reaching for novelty and big-city sophistication, Ricos purveys tacos árabes and taquitos, in addition to the usual roster of tacos, tortas, tostadas, and soups. The former rolls a quantity of spicy chopped beefsteak into a flour tortilla, making an unfried flauta, an open-ended mini-burrito, or a Middle Eastern pita sandwich, depending on your interpretation of this wonderful invention. The latter is a fetish of Mexico City: a taco made with a pair of comical miniature tortillas, offered with the usual ingredients, presented open-faced. Garnish it at the magnificent salsa table. ¢


1709 86th Street, Bensonhurst, 718-331-7100

You might not expect an innovative Italian restaurant to be yoked to a Bensonhurst pizza joint, but there it is, part of a culinary empire that also includes an adjacent bagel shop, home of the big wheel bagel and the flagel. Delicious inventions at the restaurant include a perfect Greek-leaning grilled octopus salad heaped with garlic and a wonderful take on linguine with white clam sauce that features—in addition to a mother lode of chopped fresh clams—a touch of cream and a ring of plump shrimp around the periphery. $



121-17 14th Road, College Point, 718-762-3435

Though the top entrée price of $15.95 might seem a little steep for the peasant food of Eastern Europe served in a modest storefront so far north in Queens it feels like Minnesota, the portions are enough for Paul Bunyan. The nicely browned schnitzels of chicken, pork, and veal are toothsome, but nearly impossible to distinguish. Go instead for the pork Holstein: tender medallions dipped in butter and topped with two fried eggs, and side it with spaetzle (“nokedli”). On Tuesday night, a $15 buffet also includes salads, desserts, and a free bottle of “bull’s blood” wine if there are four in your party. $


70-04 Roosevelt Avenue, Woodside, 718-446-1073

So what if Venezuelan food is on the bland side? The fare at this new café—one of only two Venezuelans in town, as far as I can tell—is exceedingly well prepared and fresh-tasting. The most memorable dishes after several visits include arepitas (fried miniature masa cakes served with a sour cream dipping sauce), tamales (each an entire meal wrapped in a banana leaf and loaded with beef, green olives, mild chiles, and raisins), and asado negro (pot roast slicked with garlic and salt). Late evenings, the bar heats up with an affable crowd. ¢


187-13 Linden Boulevard, St. Albans, 718-978-2003

Hidden in the basement of this West African store—a jumble of chew sticks, wonderful small roasted peanuts in salvaged colonial booze bottles, stockfish pitched into cardboard boxes, and other toothsome treats—is a Nigerian restaurant, where a friendly hostess with cowrie shells woven into her hair serves mashes like pounded yam and amala (sun-dried cassava) with goat in a pepper-laced sauce. This is one of the few places in town where you can wash your dinner down with palm wine, which doesn’t contain alcohol, but is refreshing nonetheless. $


117-03 Hillside Avenue, Richmond Hill, 718-847-2800

This 80-year-old ice cream parlor stands across the street from the shuttered Triangle Hofbrau, once the largest German restaurant in town and favorite spot of Babe Ruth and Mae West. The interior of Jahn’s made me feel like I was back in Green Bay, Wisconsin: dark polished woods, dim tulip lamps, red-upholstered booths, and plenty of carved wood up near the ceiling. The butterscotch sundae is a thing of beauty—salty, buttery, and served in a giant goblet topped with clouds of whipped cream, and there are a couple dozen more sundaes, shakes, and egg creams to choose from. The food is strictly diner-style, useful only as a prelude to the ice cream. ¢


158-15 Northern Boulevard, Murray Hill, 718-321-9730

The specialty of this small and rustic Korean barbecue in Murray Hill, Queens, is Kobe-style beef, cubed and grilled over a gas flame in the middle of the table. You won’t miss the charcoal: The tidbits come out supremely smoky and beefy-tasting anyway, and are best eaten without the rigmarole of wrapping them in lettuce. While the short rib seemed a little below par, the piping-hot and spicy-hot stew of mushrooms, baby octopus tentacles, and two kinds of pork tripe known as nakji kpchang jungol is also transcendently good. $$


31-14 Broadway, Astoria, 718-204-8968

Cynics contend there’s no great Greek food left in Astoria. Today we encountered evidence to the contrary. After eyeballing the iced display of fish, we made our way into the spare skylit interior and noshed on a very garlicky skordalia and an abundant beet salad while waiting for our sea bass to cook. It arrived 20 minutes later, grilled over charcoal and singed on the edges, flooded with olive oil and herbs, every bite sweet, salty, and smoky. It was altogether the best grilled fish I’ve had in ages, visits to the ultra-pricey Estiatorio Milos in midtown included. $$