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 Fatty Crab owner Zak Pelaccio hands Williamsburg an instant-hit neighborhood spot for Southeast Asian and American-style BBQ. Inside, Fatty Cue feels more like a dive bar than a ‘cue joint, and you might be inspired to just sit at the bar and have at the meat-and-seafood-centric menu [...]
 In autumn, it’s called Park Avenue Autumn. In winter, Park Avenue Winter. Spring, summer, you get the picture. Yes, the concept is a little bit precious, but who cares when the food is this good. [...]
 No holding back on the spice in this kitchen: Fatty Crab owner Zak Pelaccio shows his love for Southeast Asian cuisine, mainly Malaysian, by unleashing its thrillingly ferocious flavors—especially [..]
 It’s just a taco truck, but it’s worth walking out of your way for it—especially given the much-improved but continually meager state of tacos in New York. Super Tacos just does no-frills, exactly-what-you want tacos.
 Sometimes in New York, you don’t always get what you want, or even what you need. At least not right away. Torrisi Italian Specialties is a perfect illustration of this principle, as it is of so many other New York truths: that Little Italy needs a jolt of real Italian and Italian-American cooking; that Billy Joel was pretty slamming in the 70s; and that those little pink-green-yellow striped Italian cookie-cake things you find in ancient Little Italy pastry shops are pretty damn good. When Torrisi first opened, [...]
 Terroir Tribeca is a more food-centric spinoff of the impish, ingenious East Village wine bar Terroir. Here at the Tribeca branch, there’s more space, more private nooks, and less reason to leave after a few drinks. Stay and make a meal of it [...]
 The two Franks (co-owners Falcinelli and Castronovo) have been gradually turning their modest Court Street Italian restaurant into a mini-empire ever since it opened in 2004: Now, besides [...]
 Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s restaurant track record has been hit-or-miss of late, but ABC Kitchen is decidedly the former. You get a this-is-gonna-be-good feeling as soon as you walk in— it’s something about those beautiful gnarled tree trunks, those roughed-up wood beams, stark white chairs, glam chandeliers, white-brick walls—and after an initial damn-this-a-short-menu worry, you’re back on solid ground. Each dish earns its spot—the flavors pop, and the combinations often surprise. [...]
 The normally Midas-touched restaurateur Danny Meyer’s Indian restaurant Tabla may have met its demise recently, but Maialino, his first attempt at Italian, is definitely kicking. Meyer takes the rustic, earthy Italian-restaurant paradigm New Yorkers deeply adore, and airs it out with higher ceilings and intimate nooks that open breezily onto each other—and installs skilled chef Nick Anderer, ex of Meyer’s Gramercy Tavern, to create a mostly-Roman menu of dishes like bucatini all’Amatriciana and a half roasted chicken with pickled chili. With all that, he creates an Italian destination that somehow commands attention in a hyper-crowded field. [...]
 Certain Aldea visitors have been known to ask for seats at the chef’s counter in back, mainly to ogle the dashing, chiseled chef-owner George Mendes. If that’s what it takes to get reluctant types into a nouveau-Portuguese restaurant on a slightly drab block near Union Square, fair enough. But Aldea is dazzling even without Mendes (well, without his Montgomery Clifty-ness, but definitely not without his kitchen genius). [...]
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