Last week, I went to Alobar—a fairly new Long Island City eatery, which celebrates rustic American, nose-to-tail (meaning, to use every part of the animal) cuisine. The large dimly lit space is accented with rich wood and antique prints showcasing the shipping and industrial past of the neighborhood.
Last week, I went to an event at Scarlatto Italian Restaurant—a great Midtown eatery that specializes in Roman-style Italian cuisine. Located in the heart of the Theater District, Scarlatto is the perfect place to grab a meal before or after a show.
This past Sunday, I had brunch with a friend at Gemma, a Lower East Side restaurant in The Bowery Hotel. I went to the hotel for an industry party a few years ago, but never the restaurant, so I was excited for the invite.
Whenever I’m in the mood to enjoy happy hour specials, I head to Pranna, my go-to spot for reasonably priced drinks and savory snacks. On my first visit, I was quite surprised by the space: It’s technically in the same building as my job, and for a Flatiron District eatery, I expected a cozy, intimate setting. But, once I entered the spot, I was surprised to see that it is quite large.
Sirio Ristorante New York, named after legendary restaurateur Sirio Maccioni, opens today at The Pierre, A Taj Hotel, New York. The History One of Manhattan’s most beloved restaurateurs, Sirio Maccioni, has been a leading fixture in the New York hospitality game for nearly 50 years—evening helping to the launch the careers of household names, including chefs Daniel Boulud and Jacques Torres.
Last week, I traveled to the Lower East Side with a friend to see a band, Their Planes Will Block Out the Sun, play at Leftfield NYC. I don’t find myself in this area too often, so I was presently surprised when we didn’t find ourselves totally lost while looking for the venue—it’s near Delancey St., the neighborhood’s main thoroughfare.
On Monday night, I was invited to eat at Barrio 47, an intimate West Village eatery specializing in wood-fired, Mediterranean cuisine and creative cocktails—crafted with house infused spirits. This has been a particularly rainy week, and Monday was no exception. Although I found myself walking, in the rain, in the wrong direction to the restaurant, once I finally got my bearings and found the place—ironically it is very close to the subway station—I instantly forgot about my soggy adventure.
Have you ever heard people try to chalk up someone’s personality to birth order? Like being firstborn, middle child, last-born or the only child instantly explains our behaviors? I mean, people have actually written books on this. I don’t really subscribe to that sort of thing, but I will say, as the firstborn, I like to brag about my younger brother’s accomplishments—almost like a parent.