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Inspired new American cooking packs this handsome room nightly with Hell's Kitchen locals and clued-in theatergoers.

A first-rate celebration of Americana, with just a few Asian blips.

This pleasantly clubby steak house has expense-account execs, third-night daters, and tourists out to be impressed.

A Turkish interloper on the midtown block known as Little Brazil.

Thumb your nose at Atkins with the namesake fettuccine Alfredo. Classic Roman dishes star in this theatrical spot.

This casual Hell's Kitchen Italian serves numerous and tasty pastas.

Once you squeeze past the celebrities, Angus McIndoe is a moderately priced boîte, good for a pre-theatre burger and beer.

Charlie Palmer hopes to reestablish his flagship restaurant at the top of the city's fine-dining food chain with help from former Gilt chef Chris Lee.

Barbara Smith, "the black Martha Stewart," feeds a theatergoing clientele her own version of global cuisine.

Not as packed as other music spots, plus the down-home grub is downright eatable.

Take a crash course in Indonesian cuisine at this Hell’s Kitchen eatery that features a traditional, multi-course rijsttafel.

An intimate, unmarked before-and-after theater bar upstairs from Joe Allen’s.

At first glance, Barbetta seems stuffy and absurdly formal, but head outside for a truly unique experience.

Middle-aged suburbanite women pack this Italian spot nightly, attesting to the wild popularity of PBS chef Lidia Bastianich.

A mom-and-pop bakery run by the world’s grooviest parents.

Can you trust a restaurant that doesn't even get its signature dish right?

The refined counterpart to counter-service competitors like Pax and Au Bon Pain.

At Blue Fin, Hanson has assembled a troika of culinary talent, and unleashed their combined energies on an area better known for fast-food franchises.

Shelly Fireman thinks big at this Times Square Italian haunt.

A converted townhouse brings beignets, etouffee, and booze to the Theater District.

Proprietor John McDonald (Lever House, Lure Fishbar) has refashioned the Royalton's restaurant with curving blond-wood booths and a strange pattern of rattan-style netting, and is serving a mishmash of familiar though capably reproduced Greenmarket and bistro staples.

A surprisingly elegant, inviting French bistro set amid Eighth Avenue’s garish porn palaces.

The best chicken shawarma in town.

Swanky, dressed-up staples with price tags to match.

One of the city's choicest location...without the food to match.