This year, as in past years, our food fanatics, shopping obsessives, semi-professional night crawlers, and assorted other experts have scoured the city in search of the finest, well, everything. The result is our utterly unimpeachable (all right, it’s somewhat subjective), altogether comprehensive (there are 250-plus selections, anyway), and entirely useful (we stand by that claim 100 percent) manifesto on all things superlative.
Best of: Eating | Shopping | Beauty | Services | Nightlife | Kids
Three cities, 14,000 candles, millions of dollars, and one ex-president: the blow-by-blow of a hotel heir’s mega-wedding.
Did Tom Cruise double-cross Jann Wenner’s guys’ mag over Rolling Stone article?
Cates nabs burglar.
J. K. Rowling hits the Hamptons.
$14.95 prix fixe, gone.
Why file libel suit in Camden? County king’s a pal.
If James Frey, Jayson Blair, and half-price sushi have taught us anything, it’s this: Be careful whom you trust. Still, last week’s endless displays of broken confidences must have surprised even the most cynical among us.
Can those loyalty cards that give you a discount at the register cost you your freedom?
Collectors hit the Whitney, checkbooks in hand. (David Byrne feels priced out.)
Why are even well-groomed people sometimes still depressed? Thanks to advances in cosmetology, it might not have to be that way. Some new beauty products are claiming they can lift more than your sagging face.
The future according to the Port Authority: a new airport, an E-Z Pass that works on all trains, and the first new Hudson River tunnel in decades.
Officially, Manhattan’s subway stations boast 28 public restrooms. But any commuter who believes that is going to end up pretty pissed off.
Polo hits ESPN.
Casual food the Per Se way, the ultimate window cleaner, and more hot buys.
Store openings this week.
Abby Hay of Constanca Basto.
A Saks-loving ex–executive assistant.
A newcomer on upper Park Avenue fits right in.
Cost aside, private travel is a no-brainer: Set your schedule, skip JFK, stretch your legs. But once the jargon (fractionals, jet cards, charters) is decoded, how realistic is having your own plane? For most, it’s still going to be a pie in the sky.
The Culture Pages
Cyndi Lauper tries to shake her iconic status even as it helps her onto the Broadway stage.
An unambitiously enjoyable indie from Mexico.
With the Oscars race finally over, we can stop looking backward at 2005 and get back to unreasonably inflating our expectations for what’s coming up this year.
Martin McDonagh and John Patrick Shanley square off again, with different results this time.
Before I was 5, I did have a lot of time on my hands. I had no job and really no career, and I spent an awful lot of time listening to records. It was more the classical ones, really.
The weirdly non-surreal life of Macaulay Culkin.
HBO’s polygamist show is almost lighthearted.
Goya did not get soft in his old age.
In Bruno Rosier’s show at Aperture gallery and the accompanying book, the original, selfish reason for taking the picture—capturing that “I was here” moment—is elevated to a collective memory.
Hem: not as trendy as its indie peers, but just as good.
Absent the meandering grooves that were usually his trademark, it sounds like the Kanye West discography thrown into a blender—hundreds of chewy and gooey morsels of soul vocals, to be gobbled in rapid succession.
In grape-crazed New York, the wine-bar watch never stops.
With pizzerias and mom-and-pop bistros popping up at every turn, the south end of Park Slope is fast becoming a dining destination.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
George Allen vs. John McCain vs. George W. Bush.
Alternative energy’s not just for the green anymore.
Two monsters of Deep South classic rock come to the big bad city.
Yes, the theater world does reach outside Manhattan.
The Armory Show’s not the only place to shop—or at least dream of shopping— for art this week.
Organic veggies at the root of conflict.
Two divergent points of view mark the third anniversary of the Iraq war’s start.
A pair of uncommonly promising young artists reach New York milestones this week.
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