Rémi Lauvand takes the range at TriBeCa's Montrachet, bringing memories of France (and a superior $19.98 lunch) worthy of the house Burgundies.

Crispy crab rolls, chicken-bone soup, and other tastes of the East.

Just when it seemed like the restaurant madness of the eighties was safely in remission, everyone and his dentist wants to play the game again. And one bistro simply isn’t enough. Finding the gems in a rubble of cubic zirconia is my job. When friends call for advice, here’s what I say.

If it’s good, I say, let’s mangia.

They look like discos (one of them is a disco) yet serve major-league food: Crossbreeds Hush and Oriont redefine the dining room.

Chef Patricia Yeo's gorgeous and gutsy global shenanigans bring new luster to 17th Street; Revel seems a bit greedy, even for the Upper East Side.

This, I’m told, is a new X-rated Las Vegas of strip joints, burlesque, topless Cirque du Soleil. I’m too busy eating at the just-hatched Wynn Resort (a guest at the launch) to investigate.