An African Introduction
At Patisserie des Ambassades, humble Senegalese food hits Manhattan
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One Great Plate: Thai Sandwiches
Thai Me Up 238 E. 14th St. (betw. 2nd and 3rd Aves.), 212-533-8424 The roots of New York’s original—and only—Thai sandwich shop, Thai Me Up, were planted on the streets of Jerusalem. Israeli owner Amir Hushinsky, whose exuberance for his healthy, southeast-Asian-inspired fare is plainly apparent in conversation, explains that the idea for this type
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Border Romance
A young filmmaker ponders the troubled assimilation of illegal immigrants
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The Nice Price
Allegretti brings upscale downtown
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NOT YOUR MAMA'S EMPANADAS
In the days when you used to be fed on airlines, United gave me something dubious in the wee hours of the morning: “a breakfast burrito,” a rubbery concoction filled with sausage, eggs and chemicals. So I’m skeptical when restaurants try to put breakfast, salad or dessert in anything but the middle of a plate.
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SOUTHERN MEETS CREOLE IN SOHO
AT LOLA, APPETIZERS AND ENTREES WITH A WHIMSICAL BUT DISTINCTIVE TOUCH By Tom Steele I was quite startled when Lola’s Flatiron location was shuttered about four years ago. The restaurant was immensely popular, cherished for two decades for its superb American/soul food, its live jazz and R&B, and its rambunctious gospel brunches. I had more
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Where There’s a Will…
“Look at me, man, I’m trying to close a bar.”Jud Mongel was holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. He had more important things to do than talk about his new, hipper-than-thou Greenpoint bar, Five Leaves, and I’d started to catch some nasty stares from the “friends and family” that made up the opening night’s crowd. A waitress came over and took half my beer away. “Look, I’m sorry, Jud said I can’t talk to you,” a redheaded woman with glasses—who minutes before was chatting with me happily about the place—said.
Five Leaves opened last Friday, but has been in the press for months thanks to the marquee name of one of its original investors, Heath Ledger. After the movie idol’s untimely passing, his father reportedly ponied up the cash Ledger had pledged to open the Bedford Avenue space...
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An African Introduction
At Patisserie des Ambassades, humble Senegalese food hits Manhattan
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Falling Far From the Tree
Peaches isn't nearly as sweet as it could be
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One Great Plate: Pickled Ginger Scallops with Candied Red Chili
“Graffiti” is an evocative word. When a friend recommended that I try a wine bar in the East Village by that name, I pictured lots of neon, a stellar Italian beer selection and spike-haired young Europhiles with cigarettes drooping from their lips. Taking a reluctant step inside Jehangir Mehta’s shoebox of a restaurant, I was
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