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New to the Moxy East Village, Cathédrale is the best hotel restaurant opening of the year. Its earth-toned dining room is dramatic and cooly elegant, blessedly free from pandering social media tropes. Soaring ceilings make the sprawling space feel even larger, and oversized tables and crescent-shaped banquettes are the opulent antidote to NYC’s typically square-footage-starved spots. An adjacent outdoor space is verdant and cozy, with a retractable roof that’ll let it stay open during the colder months to come.
The French-Mediterranean menu is built to please a wide swath of palates. To start, lovely roasted calamari with fresh red chili is pleasantly firm to the bite, and the structurally sound burrata is mild, creamy, and familiar. A rich, indulgent fettuccine entree is made even more decadent with the addition of black truffles. And the steak frites -- ordered medium rare with bated breath -- is a butter-bathed joy to cut into, made perfect with the pairing of a Masculin Féminin (bourbon, Génépy Alpes, sweet vermouth). That smooth, dynamic libation, and hit list of collect ‘em all cocktails like the Zou Bisou, Bisou (vodka, pamplemousse, ginger, lemon tonic), San Simón (tequila, pomegranate, hibiscus, habanero shrub, lime) and classic Aviation are worth many happy returns.
An excellent Peruvian-Japanese triple threat
If you’re very lucky, you have at least two types of full service restaurants within walking distance of home: an affordable option for when you want to go to dinner without checking you bank balance, and a “nice” place for special occasions that aren’t quite special enough to merit slogging on the subway or shelling out car fare. In most neighborhoods, lovely Llama San would be the latter. In the moneyed West Village, its dining room splits the difference between both. And once the crowds cool, its cozy bar area will be a fine place to start a date, or just pop in and treat yourself to a perky Nikkei martini (named for Peruvian-Japanese cuisine’s common moniker, with nori pisco rinse, Japanese gin blend, sake vermouth, pickled kombu) or a mellow Flaming Creatures (Japanese whisky, cacao, chancaca, miso, palo santo smoke).
The peaceful, neutrally appointed space owes its impressive multiplicity to its menu configuration. This is the rare so-called “shared plates” spot where the plates are actually suitable for sharing. It’s tempting to over-order here, but any three-dish combination should slake two appetites. Choose from bowls of pillowy scallop ceviche with chirimoya and flawless chunks of avocado; hamachi tiradito with buttery uni and effervescent matcha foam; the generously portioned octopus, crab, and mussels (loosely packed into a dome of rice and topped with a vibrant soft boiled egg); crunch-coated, straightforward iberico pork with an improbably show stealing nest of yielding udon verde; or the high-contrast pairing of richly dressed, creamy lobster and surprisingly punchy lean chunks of beef heart. The trifecta of your choice is sure to satisfy, and you can always order a little more.
Ever-better bites from the team cornering the NYC vegan scene
Restaurateur Ravi DeRossi’s intimate new golden-hued, jewel toned vegan venture eschews imitation-meat Frankenfoods in favor of those time-tested animal-free treats: vegetables. DeRossi partnered with his mother to create an exclusively plant-based menu that harks back to traditional Indian favorites, swapping the dairy staple ingredient ghee with a vegan alternative in the process. The house chutneys are a fun way to sample five of Night Music’s flavors via bits of peak-form naan. Mix and match the coconut, tamarind, raita, cilantro, and pickled chili varieties with creamy, avocado-topped chole spread, crispy Brussels sprouts saag, charred broccoli and potato-stuffed dosas, and novel vindaloo maitake buns with pickled cucumber.
Night Music’s menu works better than some of NYC’s other new vegan restaurants because divorcing its offerings from animal products isn’t a huge leap to begin with. Its ambitious aperitif-based cocktails like the Tea Swift (Lillet blanc, Ceylon tea, rosé, lemon, cardamom, pineapple) and Tropical Shearwater (Lillet rouge, orange tiki bitters, grapefruit juice, ginger lime syrup, turmeric) are a bit more of a reach, but the carefully considered beer and wine selections -- including a red, white and rosé on tap -- will get the job done.
An easy choice in a neighborhood you may not have chosen
Nothing takes the sting out of a trip to Midtown better than agave spirits, and TacoVision has them by the flight, shaken into cocktails new and old, and spun into those good old guilty pleasures -- flavored frozen margaritas. It offers counter service on the ground floor for quick sips and bites, and an upstairs dining room is fit for after work happy hour jaunts, inadvisable late night tequila shots, or taco Tuesday any night of the week.
The tacos here are pretty good, though at $5.50 for al pastor and chicken shawarma varieties, $6.50 for fried cod, and $7 for braised short rib, they skew a bit spendy. Curiously, at $12 each, the fresh flavorful, guac, and classic or frozen margaritas are all a little under market value for Manhattan, so your tab will shake out to about what you’d expect to spend in the end.
Oysters... on Canal Street
At the risk of appearing to harp on prices (things just cost, it’s a punishing reality), it must be mentioned that Canal Street Oysters is in stride with the September micro-trend of things being a little more expensive than you’d have expected. Many of the oysters here hover around $3.50 each, a head-on prawn is $7, and clams are $2 a pop. That makes the most modest of CSOs seafood towers (6 oysters, 4 littleneck clams, and 2 prawn for $38) seem like a relative value. On a recent visit, items in the entry-level option were fine, but the oysters were not identified, and you don’t necessarily want to leave them sitting around just for someone to explain whether they’re Great Whites from Cape Cod or Kusshis from British Columbia. (They were probably the Great Whites. Those were the cheapest.)
If you aren’t here for the oysters, you can order three serviceable fish sticks for $18.50, a $12 side of fries, or two tasty enough bluefish tacos for $16.75, and then make more deliberate life choices going forward. Cocktails like the Witch of the Wave (mezcal, grapefruit, lime) and Stag Hound (gin, concord grape, rosemary) are (literally checks notes) forgettable, and a backup plan martini arrived absent olive or twist. Fortunately, beer, wine, and oysters of indeterminate origin are a classic combination.
Est. 2019 | Financial District
An instant classic and emerging standard for downtown dining
Located on narrow Pine Street in the somewhat sleepy-after-sundown Financial District, Crown Shy strikes an intimate, secluded chord, in spite of its soaring ceilings, theatrically lit open kitchen, and 120-sea capacity. Entering through the marble, Art Deco lobby is like arriving at a clandestine celebrity wedding where invitations go out the day of and never mention nuptials. The food and drinks, too, are fit for a celebration: punchy “Crown” cocktails are topped with regal garnishes, complimentary olive bread will give you the rare dining sensation that you’re getting away with something, the warm, rich gruyere fritters are fit for a king, and Crown Shy’s crown jewel -- the braised short rib for two -- will inspire you to book your next reservation before you’ve even signed the check.
Est. 2019 | Nolita
A new kid on the block from a culinary dynasty
Even without the family name, a visit to Cedric Vongerichten’s French-Indonesian Spring Street spot would still be worth shaking up your dining out routine. Novel cocktails like the Greater Galangal Sour (Scotch, chickpea water, galangal) and South-East Sweet Tea (bourbon, red tea, honey, smoked salt) are speedily prepared in the urban-beachy bar area. You’ll be satisfied from any seat in the house, but scoring a booth in the similarly fashioned back room is like hitting the jackpot. Start with small but hearty plates of plump shrimp satay, peekytoe crab cake, and clams, followed by larger dishes of lobster noodles, and falling-off-the-bone baby back pork ribs.
Est. 2018 | Prospect Heights
One of last year’s best openings in the US, right here in NYC
Thrillist named this freshman effort by chef Nasim Alikhani one of the nation’s 13 best openings last year. Alikhani honed her home cooking for decades before bringing Persian fare like kofteh (beef, tarragon, rice, and split pea meatballs), braised lamb in an onion and turmeric broth, and pomegranate beef ribeye kabab to a bright, beachy northwest Brooklyn venue. [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 2018 | Tribeca
A neighborhood brasserie suited for special occasions -- if you can get a table
If Frenchette shot to the top of your must-go list when it opened in 2018, the good news is you have excellent taste: it shot to the top of nearly every NYC critic’s ‘Best Of’ list by the year’s end. The bad news is, if you didn’t go then, you may have to wait until the neutral-hued, understated restaurant’s lingering buzz flatlines. Plan a visit for spring, 2021 -- or, try your luck at scoring a walk-in table for a chance to try the rich liver pâté on charred bread, perfectly pink, perfectly fatty duck and accompanying frites, carefully curated wines, and novel cocktails.
Est. 2018 | Greenpoint
Michelin-starred Mexican with one of the city’s best steaks
Oxomoco earned its Michelin star at lightning speed, and it only takes one visit to understand why. The grilled maitake, chicken al pastor, pork cheek carnitas, and lamb barbacoa fillings make every taco Tuesday an affair to remember, and frozen cocktails infuse the tightly packed, but relaxed, airy, space with even more levity. The steak for two cements this as one of the best restaurants in New York City. The star of 32-oz dry aged bone in ribeye is its fat, which has a silky, bone marrow-like, melt in your mouth texture.
Est. 2017 | Carroll Gardens
Thai worth waiting for in one narrow, kaleidoscopic room
Occupying a seemingly “doomed” storefront on Smith Street in South Brooklyn, Ugly Baby appears to have broken its location’s spell. Crowds abide a no reservations policy and long waits to test the average human palate’s spice tolerance. Assume everything here will be hot: the five spice pork leg stew will be hot; the duck salad will be hot; and the southern dry eye round curry will be “brutally spicy.” Cool down with selections from the wine and beer menu.
Est. 2017 | Cobble Hill
Italian home cooking in a kitchen that’s probably smaller than your own
A cafe by day, Lillo is easy to love in spite of itself. It doesn't take reservations, so aspiring guests line up outside for shots at about a dozen and-a-half seats. After a brief, unofficial BYOB period was kiboshed, it’s a dry house. There is no bathroom. But the place and its eponymous owner are so effortlessly charming that every plate of cacio e pepe, fettuccini with speck and zucchini, and whole branzino seems special.
Est. 2016 | Prospect Heights
A rotating menu that never misses in flora-forward environs
The hottest ticket in town circa 2016, Olmsted’s popularity has barely cooled. You’re maybe 10% more likely to nab a table than you would have been three years ago -- but it can be done if you’re willing to sample the decadent duck liver mousse, perky sweet potato and uni pierogies, and bouillabaisse hot pot off-peak. Skip the basic cocktail names (pine, lavender, rosemary, apple) and scan their descriptions for the base spirit you want to sip (gin, bourbon, mezcal, and rye, respectively). [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 2016 | West Village
Super-spendy sushi worth saving up for
A trip to Nakazawa might ruin you for sushi forever. One bite of the omakase menu featuring a rotating selection of sea urchin, scallops, fatty tuna, prawn, and yellowtail perched atop the platonic ideal of sushi rice will convince you you’ve been eating an inferior species of fish your whole life. Expect to pay around $500 for a party of two if you add the sake pairing to your multi-course sushi tasting experience. [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 2016 | Harlem
Outlandish cocktails that actually taste good, and even better ramen
The wait times at ROCK have dwindled from 2.5 hours even in freezing weather to a far more manageable 30-some-odd minutes since its 2016 opening. That’s enough time to have one drink nearby without getting blotto before your pork belly, chicken, or veggie ramen dinner. Blow that unintentional sobriety on aesthetically pleasing cocktails like the smoke (served literally smokin’), pineapple (set alight), and lychee (sipped out of an upturned lightbulb).
Est. 2014 | Greenpoint
A breath of sea air without the trip to the shore
Catch Montauk vibes without leaving the five boroughs at Greenpoint Fish & Lobster, where no fewer than six varieties of oysters bathe in ice atop a marble bar. The decor -- all non-porous, gleaming white surfaces -- is as antiseptic as you’d hope a place in a place dealing with so much raw fish would be. Sidle up to the bar and wash down those bivalves, cups of chowder, mussels, and whole steamed lobsters with cans of Narragansett and micheladas.
Est. 2012 | Cobble Hill
Small plates you’ll want to share
We know, tapas are kind of a rip-off and nobody wants to share. But La Vara may be the exception to the scam. Plates of stuffed rabbit loin, chicken hearts, lamb meatballs, and suckling pig, can be a challenge to divide by a party of four, but you can always treat yourself to a solo night out and keep them all to yourself with a pitcher of sangria or a more modest glass of tempranillo. [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 2012 | Long Island City
DIY catch of the day
Astoria Seafood allows would-be seamen to choose their own fishventure without committing to the sailor’s life. Expect long lines for affordable plates of fresh-as-it gets scallops, calamari, shrimp, octopus, and whole fish catch of the day, that you’ll choose from a bin and send to the kitchen to get baked, pan seared, or fried. Only the bravest will test the limits of Astoria Sea food’s BYOB policy and start sipping from plastic cups outside while they wait.
Est. 2011 | Midtown West
Michelin-starred Chinese food worth traversing tourist central
As evidenced by the teeming crowds, Cafe China is worth a trip to Midtown -- even if you have to push past the Herald Square shoppers or Grand Central commuters to get there. The casually stylish Michelin-starred restaurant has been turning out perfect plates of ma po tofu, fiery three pepper chicken packed with chili peppers, delectable duck dishes, and ambitious cocktails since 2011 with no signs of slowing down.
Est. 2009 | Greenwich Village
The best Keith McNally restaurant in a city full of 'em
Balthazar. Morandi. Augustine. Odeon. Lucky Strike. Every New Yorker has a favorite Keith McNally restaurant, and, since Schiller’s closed, this is the best one. Minetta encapsulates the McNally empire’s exclusivity and everyman appeal all under one roof. Well, maybe not everyman. Minetta’s entry level burger clocks in at $25. Its black label burger runs a cool $33. Both are delicious, and if you can tell the difference you’re probably one of the finance bros who started populating the heavy wood, black and white tile, red banquette interior more than a few years back. No matter. McNally acolites don’t mind rubbing elbows with you over the bone marrow, escargot, and burgers (labeled or otherwise) you’re likely expensing. [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 2009 | Red Hook
The best Irish coffee in NYC, if not “the known world”
Lists of the best restaurants in Red Hook are a laugh riot. There are only like 10 of them. But Fort Defiance is truly the best, and it’s great for brunch in particular. Pair the bracing best Irish coffee “in the known world” with the All-American (two eggs any style -- get them scrambled -- toast, and the most delicious hash browns ever created by humans) before you switch to an Other Half so you can actually get something done over the weekend.
Est. 2008 | Vinegar Hill
A hidden gem, 10 years after the fact
Next to nothing in New York City is off the beaten path, provided you’ve got a smartphone and access to some form of transportation, but Vinegar Hill House comes close. If you haven’t heard of Vinegar Hill, it’s the one next to Dumbo. If you haven’t heard of Dumbo, welcome to town, and this is the first stop in Brooklyn off the F train. Vinegar Hill House personifies the neighborhood, nodding at nautical design elements without veering into themes, with plenty of “reclaimed” materials and even a damn cherry tree out back. But its preciousness seems incidental rather than cloying, the food is better than good, and the one-step-less-than-convenient location will impress your out of town -- or even out of borough -- guests. Get the pork chop and a rye-based Vinegar Hill cocktail.
Est. 2007 | East Village
Affordable sushi with an even more affordable -- and rare -- perk
This is the best cheap-ish sushi in town, and it’s BYOB. Who knows how long it takes to get even one little sushi roll named after you here (apparently 10 years is too soon), but bites of the the Owen roll (eel, “crunch,” and crab meat), Hal n Nancy roll (spicy tuna, shrimp, avocado), and Helen roll (salmon, avocado) are enough to allay any jealousy. Pair them with a cheap bottle of whatever cures what ails you and you’ll have a great lunch or dinner for a song.
Est. 2006 | Carroll Gardens
Some of the best pizza in the US, if you can stomach the wait
“Show up before 5. Put your name on the list. Go have a drink. We’ll call you when your table is ready,” reads Lucali’s website. Surely you jest, is a reasonable reply. But even after more than a decade in operation, Lucali still draws throngs willing to congregate at nearby bars for a taste of barebones pizza with basic toppings like pepperoni, mushrooms, onions, and hot peppers. Is it good enough to merit a possible 3-plus hour wait? At least once.
Est. 2007 | Sunset Park
Craveable tacos in a casual setting
Don’t let anybody tell you this isn’t a taco town. We’ve got oodles of options, and Tacos El Bronco is the one to beat. Pork skin, veal head, tongue, and tripe varieties, as well as your more basic options like steak, chicken, chorizo and barbacoa will only set you back a few bucks, and the enchilada, flauta, and burrito platters that sprung from the spot’s food truck origins are each feasts fit for for a king.
Est. 1998 | Park Slope
An enviable neighborhood spot worth going out of your way for
Every neighborhood has a great local treasure, and you’d be lucky to call this yours. It’s a little too pricey to be an every night affair, but it’s an ideal choice for date night, a milestone celebration, or a visit from the parents. Elegant orders of oxtail, rotating risotto, and braised rabbit betray shabby-chic, intentionally distressed interiors.
Est. 1996 | Lower East Side
An emporium of “gruel,” where you can skip the gruel
Congee Village is an all around good-time palace, great for groups and a solo lark alike. Some cocktails arrive hilariously neon-hued, but are drinkable nonetheless. Ironically, the congee (a “gruel of boiled rice and water”) is far from the best thing on the menu. Try it if you must, but be prepared to leave more than a few bites on the table and move onto orders of abalone, sea cucumber delicacies, relatively uncommon duck blood and goose intestine dishes, and pork, chicken, steak, shrimp, and scallop standards.
Est. 1996 | Astoria
The city’s best Greek food in a neighborhood rich with competition
It’s no secret that Astoria is home to the finest Greek food in NYC, and Taverna Kyclades is the best of the best. After more than 20 years in operation, you’ll still wait for a table unless you can sneak off to Queens on your lunch break. Come by whenever you can for tender bites of grilled octopus, unforgettable swordfish kebab, the neighborhood favorite anchovies, baby shark to write home about, and a half carafe of the house wine if you plan to get back to the office -- or a full one if you don’t.
Est. 1996 | Cobble Hill
Simple seafood dishes in an authentically boho environment
Did Petite Crevette’s owner "throw" a live lobster at a patron who’d complained about his order’s freshness? Kind of!? Hit an ATM (it’s cash only: boo) and a wine shop (it’s BYOB: yay!) and go anyway, as the excellent, eclectically decorated (rather than designed) little eatery does not seem to have endured (enjoyed?) such a dramatic display in the intervening decade. Order the expertly prepared whole fish, scallops, soft shell crab (when it’s in season), or even the lobster cioppino -- if you dare.
Est. 1994 | Gramercy
A Manhattan classic where every seat in the house feels like the best
Let’s keep Gramercy Tavern’s best table a secret, because every seat in this Manhattan house is a good one. Even at the bar. Cop-a-squat and order à la carte items like the grilled sea bass, duck meatballs, and $32 tavern burger, or settle in for the tasting menu for some of the best beef tartare, sea bream, roasted scallops, pork belly, and lamb loin you’ve ever had. And whether your preferred spirit is bourbon, gin, or that other clear one, you can trust the pours from Gramercy’s confident bar. [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 1975 | Soho
One of those bells that always rings
A visit to Raul’s is akin to “a trip to the moon on gossamer wings” -- transporting you to a time and place that may have only existed in a nostalgia-fueled dream. It’s a glimpse of what Soho once was, could have been, and maybe never was, via oysters, oxtail consommé, chicken the way it was meant to be roasted, and wine bottle recommendations you can trust. [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 1962 | Harlem
Southern comfort food with specials every day of the week
A classic since 1962, Sylvia’s serves the best corned beef and eggs, southern fried chicken and waffles, fried catfish, shrimp, and grits in any borough. Mondays bring stewed chicken and dumplings, Tuesday and Wednesdays are replete with meatloaf and oxtails, Thursdays deliver turkey wings and cornbread dressing, and weekends are rich with chitterlings. Treat yourself to a slice of sweet potato pie any, or every, day of the week. [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 1954 | East Village
Better late-night bites than your drunk self probably deserves
Nobody’s here to judge, but if you’re out in the East Village past 3am here’s a bit of wisdom: Nothing very good happens after 2:45; there are not secret parties raging without you; and a little comfort food will probably do you some good. Gird yourself against tomorrow’s hangover with a pierogi smorgasbord, latkes, and borscht. And maybe stick to water, chief.
Est. 1953 | Greenpoint
Any way you spell it, these donuts are straight out of the old world
The smell of sweets, the caffeine kick, and the powdered sugar that’s likely to stick to your nose and eyelashes are all in the air at this old-school doughnut shop. Peter Pan’s puffy delights in every variety known to man somehow still clock in at under two-bucks each, the coffee is as strong as it is cheap, and the service is as quick as you need it to be in order to catch the G train back to wherever you came from.
Est. 1929 | Tribeca
The ur-speakeasy in a city full of imitators
A proto-speakeasy from a time when alcohol was actually illegal, 21 had a lot of lives before it settled into its present home on West 52nd Street 90 years ago. It bounced around a couple of locations downtown and into one elsewhere on the west side all before prohibition was even repealed. The one-time super cool gin joint turned stuffy mid-century, but loosened up again in recent years, all while retaining its special occasion, Old New York vibe. Famously guarded by the jockey figurines poised outside, just try cutting off the hooch here today. [Reservations - by Open Table]
Est. 1922 | Staten Island
Sandwiches your father-in-law will love
My father in law saw this nearly century old mainstay on the Food Network and the family keeps promising we’ll go next time they’re in town from Philly. Sorry, Big Tom. Soon, we’ll order the Vinny D (grilled Italian sausage, broccoli rabe, grated parm and ricotta), the Italian stallion (prosciutto, fresh mozzarella, fried eggplant, roasted peppers), and the Nicky special (ham, capiolia, salami, provolone, and fried eggplant). And we won’t even compromise and go to the slightly more convenient Brooklyn location instead.
Est. 1900 | Williamsburg
Italian favorites from the wayback machine
This classic red-sauce joint predates Williamsburg as we know it. The cozy, legitimately unpretentious bar up front is worth visiting even outside of a throwback Italian dinner, and the large dining room looks like it was designed by a '50s-era teenager shooting for elegance: bedazzled chandeliers bathe the space in light, paintings of dubious origin hang beside dramatically draped windows, and white tablecloths dare you tangle with family-style plates of chicken parm, veal marsala, and spaghetti and meatballs.
Est. 1888 | Lower East Side
A New York classic with star quality
Katz’s isn’t exactly the Empire State Building of NYC restaurants. Maybe it’s more like the Brooklyn Bridge: an iconic tourist magnet that also benefits locals. The schtick here -- they track towering, 30-day cured corned beef, pastrami, brisket sandwiches, and anything else you order on a paper ticket that you must present to exit -- has probably outlived its usefulness, but you try changing once you’re 130 years old.