Cho Dang Gol, excellent Korean, was 2* in NYT in 1998 (Ruth I assume), daily tofu made, different and a worthy stop....55W35 / near 6th....
Monochrome forever!
Olivier Mosset at Spencer Brownstone.
"The Magic Garden," a favorite of millions of children in the 1970s and 1980s, returns to television with a one-hour retrospective program to be seen on WPIX Channel 11, the station where it was originally seen. "The Magic Garden: Still Growing" will be seen on Thanksgiving Day (Thursday, November 2 at 1 pm. It will be followed, between 2 & 3 pm, by two original episodes of "The Magic Garden" not seen on TV since 1984. The one-hour retrospective will be repeated Sunday, December 1, at noon. WPIX Channel 11 (The WB11), a Tribune Television station, is the New York affiliate of The WB Television Network.
small apocalypse wow blurb with pic in this week's new york mag (page 24 bottom left). lists the web site so get ready for some hits, jim.
Come join us on Tuesday night to party and watch the election results come in.
spent 4 hours at Lupa doing everything on the menu for the last meal there in 2002, still my favorite in NYC....the night before at GSIMidtown for 3 hours eating evrything in sight for my last meal there this week, holds it spot as well....
Reporting from off the beaten path, in the highly path-ified LES. Apizz, eldridge street just off stanton. No window exterior, but warm and friendly on the inside. I think they have some connection to peasant (soho).

Italian. Everything is cooked in a huge wood burning oven. Pizza's, baked lasagna (with wild boar), whole fish, chicken, steak, baked skate. $18 - $22.

Food is simple. Good. Room is very nice.

I'm not blown away, but very seviceable (if a bit expensive.) This will be a great addition to the neighborhood, except I bet it will get crowded. It's early (no press yet for them) and already the crowd is 100% from out of the neighborhood.

Worth a look.
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jebus. glad i got out when i did - screamingmedia is now pinnacore.
A great meal at Wallsé(11th Street and Greenwich), which is fast becoming a favourite. Kurt, the irrepressible chef, is one of those impossibly thin people that likes to watch you chub up before his eyes. A tasting menu emerged, not a false note on the food front, the boozers looked well pleased too with the Austrian wine list, and a really wonderful staff. A chestnut soup and a squash soup amuse. Smoked trout palacinka. Spaetzle with white truffles. Foie gras terrine with apple. Wiener schnitzel with cucumber and potato salad. We were with a friend recently returned from Russia who just happened to have a huge tub of caviar in her sheared beaver purse, we sent it into the kitchen for the staff to have some, but they sent it back out with mountains of crème fraîche and delicious little Viennese palacinka pancakes. Desserts are, as one would expect from a nation of cake lovers, sublime. Try the Salzburgerknochen (literally the mountains of Salzburg), a sort of Austrian île flotant with fruit. Kurt is also in charge of Cafe Sabarsky (1048 Fifth Avenue at 86th Street) where you can go and pretend to be in Vienna for the afternoon, eat cake (there are also soups and sandwiches), drink great coffee and reduce yourself to a sugar and caffeine fuelled haze.
BOO!
Just to clarify one point from last night, let us not confuse Gautier and Gaultier.
A real head-scratcher.
Check out the freaky big brother posters the British government has put up around London.
couple yummy items for lunch at Restaurant Marseille (green bean salad and seafood burger), other dishes ok.....TanDa lunch the day before was also excellent (tender duck wrapped in a crepe, spring rolls {more herbs and lettuce would have been nice})....
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Couldn't find that old thread about euthanasia and dying (bring back advanced search) but this New Yorker article is worth reading, if you have the strength. An oncologist who often bears bad news struggles with the issues. I was going through some of this stuff with my father, exactly two years ago, and much rings true. The author describes the trauma of watching his own father die, and being told by the attending physician "it's tough, kid." Things have not come a long way since then.
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