It’s 5 o’clock, and you’re leaving the office in search of some post-work libations and snacks before dinner. You could go the traditional happy hour route — where you’re limited to a few drinks and small bites within a short window of time — or you could up the ante and visit a Japanese izakaya.
Tag: new york
A group of men in New York are challenging the stereotype that eating meat signifies manliness. Instead, they say that manhood can be proven by caring for the planet, not dominating it.
Fried Chicken from the Chef Behind the First Michelin-Starred Indian Restaurant: Suvir Saran Makes West Coast Debut
Mary Ladd talks with Chef Suvir Saran, who moved here from New York late last year and is finally preparing for his long-rumored West Coast debut. Expect on the menu: Rose Levy Beranbaum’s favorite biscuits, fried chicken, and spicy slaw.
New York City’s newly minted mayor found himself at the center of a minor scandal Friday after eating pizza “like a tourist.” His offense? Tackling a slice with — gasp! — a fork and knife. Turns out, he’s got some plausible deniability, Italians say.
The origin of the bagel “is somewhat mysterious,” says a writer who recently explored the topic. What is unquestionable is that bagel met and married lox in New York. But as in so many modern unions, both partners came to the marriage with plenty of baggage.
An appeals court ruled Tuesday that the ban on big, sugary drinks was unconstitutional. The decision is a blow for the city’s Board of Health, which has argued that regulation is an effective means of changing unhealthful behaviors. Mayor Michael Bloomberg and his legal team say they will appeal.
In the unregulated heyday before Prohibition, distilleries in New York produced whiskey, gin, rum and other spirits. Then the industry was all but wiped out for the next 80 years. But state laws regulating distilling have been loosened and now dozens of new distilleries have sprung up.
Who’s got it better than us? When it comes to good eating (and avocados) the answer is, Nobody!
Then, I started slipping.
The process was slow but steady and natural. Animal by animal, each meaty notch on my fork, the fresh flavors and the associated stories, people, and places, has marked my memory. I’ve returned again and again to this timeline of tines, to reflect upon my gradual path — from devout vegetarian to comprehensive meat-eater.