Two decades after a divorce, hedge-fund superpower Steve Cohen thought he could live happily ever after with his new wife and $6.4 billion.
And now Pat LaFrieda will pull a brisket-chuck blend out of his hat.
The Second Avenue subway project has inconvenienced many, but things could be worse.
The president’s negotiating style was more Martin Buber than LBJ, says Dennis Kucinich.
Big, glassy Trump tower too aloof to spoil Soho.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
Inside a top college’s admissions room.
A ride in the Escalade of CNBC’s top-rated anchor who’s still running faster than the other kids.
Why he hopes his The Addams Family musical will make people laugh.
Dhalgren, Samuel R. Delany’s loopy sci-fi masterpiece, lives to destroy again.
Q&A with Sassy soprano Sondra Radvanovsky and smoldering Siberian baritone Dmitri Hvorostovsky.
“Skin Fruit,” the New Museum’s show curated by Jeff Koons, highlights the cracks in the institution.
Sharon Jones is what you’d call a soul survivor.
A mythological rock-and-roll moment becomes a Broadway show.
Chloe is a feast of rich and nuanced performances—until the world’s lamest plot twist kicks in.
The free-speaking writer on the second season of United States of Tara.
They may be epically bad now, but they’re poised for a spectacular turnaround—and fast.
Get out the Tic Tacs: It’s ramp season.
A cheeky umbrella, the Selby’s new book, and more.
“We’re the same size, except for shoes. Also, we have an English bulldog who looks just like us.”
The deconstructed-soldier look is mounting another charge.
Scott Conant gets burned in the hotel-restaurant bargain.
Dress the first mesclun greens of the season in Alice Waters’s garlic vinaigrette.
Week of April 5, 2010: Balaboosta, Crop to Cup Cafe, and Zengo.
Readers sound off on Oprah, gender balance on Wall Street, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
