New Yorkers complain about missing a good home cooked meal, but once they get one it's impossible not to notice that next to Kate Hudson, Mom is totally busted. For a home-cooked meal with obnoxious exclusivity, check out Apartment 6E.
A6E's the invention of a young hospitality industry buck who, looking to simultaneously sate NYCers unquenchable lust for both home cooked grub and underground cache, gave up trying to convince his mad senile grandfather (a former personal chef to Mao's left hand man Zhou Enlai) to stop cooking banquets for nobody, and instead decided to start inviting guests to enjoy the meals -- if you can't beat em, join em, and make a $100 a head. A creature of habit, Gramps spends each day wandering around the local markets, the goods of which inform regional specialties such as wonton soup w/ minced BBQ pork, typical of Guangdong; Hunan-inspired stir fried beef w/ oyster sauce, snow peas, and fresh ginger root; chicken curry w/ red chilies, turmeric, coriander, and cumin (a standard in heavily-spiced southeastern Asian grub repertoire); or a whole Peking duck that's fried, chopped up bone-in, and served w/ Chinese pancakes, made using batter from...Aunt Shanghaima? While the old man goes about his kitchen business, your co-conspirator'll leverage his considerable barroom skills to whip up thematic modern cocktails, including Singapore Slings, Ginger Beer Fizzes (Tsingtao/ginger beer/sliced ginger root), and, for an apertif, a lychee liqueur/blue agave tequila shooter theatrically named the Crouching Tiger -- have enough and your dragon's probably better off staying hidden, too.
Though the still-disciplined chef strictly adheres to a 9pm bedtime, once his hearing aids're off you're free to linger over tunes mixed by a DJ buddy while your host continues to sling drinks, after a few of which you'll realize maybe you sold your mom short.