It’s finally reeking of summer in New York. That’s right, we're talking about the subways. But there is a silver lining—lobster rolls. Of preppy summer fare, there are few greater and none more satisfying. The best are teeming with fresh lobster and served up in cardboard trays and wax paper. We rolled up to the food truck laager in the Flatiron District last night to usher in the season of leisureliness properly...
Read MoreWe're running a bit late to the corner of 55th & 3rd. Max Wastler is waiting for our lunch date. After a handful of text exchanges, we spot him in the red brick saloon—penny-tile floors, carved mahogany bar, tin ceiling and stained-glass transoms. P.J. Clarke’s is a vestige of a better time—another century all together. It also serves a legendary burger. It’s wall-to-wall packed with suits (and deals were certainly being made) but we manage a grip of stools at Doug Quinn’s bar with a bit of timing and keen eyes...
Read MoreThe patronage is meager by the time we duck in and grab the table in the front corner. It’s usually packed at dinner—the line running out the door. Back when Lee introduced me to J.G. Melon, we skipped the wait in favor of the bar as he nonchalantly pointed out all the somebodies everybody treated just like anybody...
Read MoreIt’s been here for five decades. Affectionately known as Lunch after the large sign on the roof, The Lobster Roll Restaurant remains the quintessential Hamptons seafood shack. My recent stint in East Hampton warranted a jaunt out to the roadside joint. The eponymous staple is served up in an overstuffed hotdog bun, with creamy mayo and crunchy celery to the delight of locals and celebrities alike. This seasonal spot welcomes families with a kid-friendly menu, a hospitable staff and casual dining area complete with outdoor picnic tables...
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