Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar is too flashy and doesn’t have much heart The arrival at 220 W. 44th St. of Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar, aka The Guy Fieri Restaurant, was for some the final nail in the coffin of the old Times Square, that halcyon place of peep shows and slashers, flashers and 
A survival guide to summer food fests This past weekend, The Great GoogaMooga, the chefs-as-rock-stars food festival that had many bemoaning the end of civilization and the rise of the foodie monster, took place in Prospect Park with some 75 vendors and 40,000 attendees. The first day of the two-day event ended with chefs, 
Jbird’s excellent cocktails are a secret worth revealing The speakeasy trend hit New York City hard some six years ago, with bars like Employees Only, Pegu Club and Death & Co. springing up in every alleyway. Discerning drinkers were lured in with unlisted phone numbers, unmarked doors and strict codes of conduct that promised to 
In the canyons of Midtown’s Third Avenue, it can seem as if the weary traveler may never find sustenance. Buried among the steel-and-glass lobbies of office towers and outsized ATM centers are the occasional glossy fast-food franchise or faded Chinese takeout, but even steam-table delis are few and far between. Clearly, Zengo saw this problem 
It is still, technically, winter. Every 50-plus degree day makes it harder and harder to remember this—every time you run out of the office for lunch and debate whether you really need your coat, instead of wrapping yourself in every piece of clothing you own before braving the elements—but winter is sticking around until at 
Jimmy Carbone does not care about Mardi Gras. He cares about a lot of things, but the excuse to get drunk, get naked and collect shiny plastic baubles is not one of them. He does care a great deal about gumbo—“After Katrina, I spent six months working on a good, dark roux; cooking it every 
Skip the flowers and oysters in favor of an original Valentine’s Day It’s as reliable as the tides: Come Valentine’s Day, creativity goes out the window. Husbands feel they have to bring home long-stemmed red roses, the gift that is dying before it even gets to the recipient. Girlfriends feel they have to buy out 
