Our annual guide to the most delicious things that won’t cause your stomach to churn with money worries. Including sandwiches so massive it would be unpatriotic not to share; saffron-mussel crêpes; top-notch khachapuri (it’s Georgian!); “mini-torpedoes of lamb”; and a whole slew of doughnuts. By Rob Patronite and Robin Raisfeld
On the Cover: Hybird’s fried chicken. Photograph by Bobby Doherty/New York Magazine.
Americans are too busy sharing personal information to care if the government is listening in. It might even flatter them. By Frank Rich
New York couldn’t live without the sea that has, on occasion, caused it great harm. And now we need to hug our shores even closer—so as to keep the water at bay. Plus: where Bloomberg unearthed his aquatic master plan. By Justin Davidson
A poker hostess who got her start at Tobey Maguire’s. An art-world heir. Very rich Russians. Prosecutors targeting major gambling networks are after all of them. But what’s wrong with playing a $100,000 hand for fun? By Robert Kolker
The real talent of the city’s gifted-and-talented program is getting in.
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Some teenagers are already holding pop-up dinners and hounding Michelin-starred chefs on Twitter.
The former First Lady of Wall Street has a feminist awakening.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
He’s the highest-minded liberal in the race—but are his concerns too rarefied for most New Yorkers?
Coleman’s NXT grill, Re-Fined opens in Cobble Hill, and more new stuff in stores.
“My boyfriend and I just bought an apartment in Stockholm. I want it to look like Mad Men—like fifties- and sixties-inspired.”
More than you ever wanted to know.
Alison Jackson’s pretenders to the throne.
The Fruitvale Station star just wants to live, for once.
The creator of Weeds and Orange Is the New Black tells us everything she watched, read, listened to, and clicked on in a week.
Jerry Saltz navigates the good, the bad, and the overhyped in a suddenly empty Venice with his new digital camera.
Even George Lucas and Steven Spielberg think Hollywood has a blockbuster problem.
Michael B. Jordan breaks out in the terrific Fruitvale Station.
J.M. Ledgard’s stupendous, undersung Submergence.
Alan Gilbert’s unflashy radicalism is re-creating the Philharmonic.
25 things to see, hear, watch, and read.
Readers sound off on reputation management, Nelson Castro, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
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