They would feed a busload of adolescent musical theater performers—it had the feeling of a remarkable chosen family.
Tag: My New York Food
With a fake resume, I got hired at the cheese and pasta counter at Dean & DeLuca in Soho. We were encouraged to taste everything…
I sit at the coffee bar, double espresso in hand, and imagine being an older Italian man. Like, what if I were Al Pacino? Could you imagine?
New York swallowed me whole at first; I felt like I was climbing a ladder slathered in oil.
In my comedy act, I love to say, “I’m half-Italian… ” and grab my belly, give it a li’l jiggle, “… this half!”
Nothing brings me more comfort than a visit to DOMODOMO. Almost every day I’m in NYC, or even twice sometimes, I’m stopping in to get my fill.
The older I get, the saltier my craving, and the Oyster Bar never fails. Washed down with an aggressively cold lager, there is no better stolen lunch.
“In 2010, the year I first arrived in New York City from Belfast, I built a midday ritual around Downtown Bakery Cocina Mexicana’s chicken mole burrito…”
Ruth Reichl talks to Edible Manhattan about her love of Di Palo’s Fine Foods.
One of the founding members of the B-52s recently spoke to Edible Manhattan to recount her love of The Kiev.
