By Spencer Bistricer There are plenty of Middle Eastern and Mediterranean restaurants in the city, and to be honest, the food they serve is often pretty bland: dull hummus, limp tabbouleh, and flatbread that tastes like it came off a supermarket shelf sometime last week. Ilili, in contrast, specializes in Lebanese cuisine and offers the…
By W.A. Muller Tao Downtown is all about spectacle, located beneath the Maritime Hotel. Spanning an entire city block (approximately 22,000 square feet), TAO Downtown is the latest import to bring a touch of Las Vegas spectacle to New York City from its owners including Rich Wolf, Marc Packer, Jason Strauss and Noah Teppenberg.
By Lisa Loverro The BLT restaurant group has long been a favorite with New Yorkers and all their brands, BLT Steak, BLT Prime and BLT Fish, have enjoyed a huge success. We recently visited BLT Fish on West 17th street to see what’s new and happening in this long-standing establishment.
By Lisa Loverro It’s hard to stay abreast of all the restaurant openings (and closings) in New York City but when a former chef from Le Cirque, Craig Hopson, opens a new establishment you can’t help but sit up and take notice. He’s teamed up with Frank Roberts, the former manager from the Rose Bar…
By Christopher A. Pape As much as it pains me to admit, French cuisine sits at the summit of dining; so beloved a food culture the French have, that most countries emulate their technique, and flavors – even their raison d’être is influenced by the French (I’m happy to report that as an Italian we…
Apex, summit, zenith… it’s difficult to avoid allusions to altitude when referring to outstanding events. Whether it’s the ‘highpoint’ of a journey or the ‘peak’ of one’s career, excellence is something that hangs perpetually overhead.
Without warning, the baritone voice had gone off in my head:
“From the People who brought you Cannes Jury Prize winner, Queen Margot, and the Academy Award winner A Man and a Woman, comes an all new rollicking adventure for cinephiles and travelers alike: Sebastopol 123.
“Come meet me in the sky”, sings Lily Allen in her recent hit single Air Balloon – an escapist anthem that asks us to enter an alternate universe in which ‘monkeys run off from zoos’ and ‘ceilings turn into floors’.
‘Luxurious?’ Not in that typically gauche way. ‘Opulent?’ –Wrong track; nothing vainglorious. ‘Posh?’ Well, for a five star hotel with the finest design and amenities it’s actually more friendly than snobby. Elite…? Yes, certainly; but not in that trying-hard-to-make-an-impression kind of way – nothing parvenu about it.
Ensconced within a muted realm of marble busts and ivory floors, one can still hear the faint sound of muffled tittering and languid sighs. Perhaps, Philippe the First is at it again – still wandering down a nearby corridor in a lady’s dress while watching Antoine Coypel redecorate his palace; or, perhaps, it was only Karl Lagerfeld being hissed at by Choupette after spending too much time with a new male model.