Restaurants in NYC

The more time I spend in town, the more and less I find to eat.  Please allow me to explain.

I went to Il Buco Alimentari three times this week.  It just keeps getting better and better.  Deep flavors, restraint, lots of vegetables, really great ingredients of which there are the right amount.

I went to Tori Shin twice, too.  Yes, I know, yakitori in Japan at a great place will cost about half and be a little better, maybe because of the coals, maybe because of the chickens.  But I don’t live in Japan, and for NYC, this place is first-rate.

Kyo-ya, first visit, on 7th in East Village, probably wins the prize for best meal of many.  Hard to find, down steps, no sign, stunning food that’s deeply seasonal served by a staff with a sense of humor.

Le CouCou, second visit, affirmed that this is for sure the best French in the city.

Sushi Yasuda, Batard, Russ & Daughters, Nakamura, Superiority Burger, Zucker’s, Rubirosa, Pig and Khao, Annieka, Ssam Bar.  All really wonderful.

And that, for now, is the more.  What I find remarkable is the many restaurants all over that just aren’t very good.

But then this roster shows just how good it can be.

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Best Laid Plans

OK, so Batard was traded for Alimentari in order to be closer to a place where we could watch the 4th Quarter, which was a disastrous quarter, a blowout, but we could not have known that beforehand, of course.

The schnitzel at Batard, off the menu, was delicious as usual.

Oh, and the pizza at Rubirosa remains the best in Manhattan, bar none.

Saturday was a return to Le CouCou, maybe the worse name for a restaurant I can think of, except for the old Yellowfingers on the Upper East Side, but with some of the best, most refined French food anywhere.

Shin Tori later on.  Great, as usual.

Professor Thom’s for the Sunday game–not a blowout, but still…Anyway, at least the vibe was great, the wings flavorful and spicy, and the beer tasty.

Meeting up with G at Pig and Khao later that night was splendid.  Noisy place with shouts across the table and lots of pork, and the noodles were first-rate.

Sushi Yasuda mid-day today and then we’ll see if it’s possible to get into I Sodi.

The Real Life of Sebastian Knight,” between meals, and more edits of my new column for TPG, and then more revisions of the story of the boy lost in Hokkaido.