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Open for breakfast (“prosciutto Benedict”) and lunch (Kobe burger)—dinner coming soon.

Tableside cooking using lots of fire, among over-the-top stylings.

NOW CLOSED. Robert De Niro's L.A. export.

A quirky, half stylish, half anachronistic Italian eatery with a select wine list.

Terrance Brennan's Artisanal spinoff in the former Trigo space boasts a “bar du fromage” serving artisanal cheeses and charcuterie, plus a wood-fired oven.

This petite, weekday-only breakfast and lunch spot serves mainly takeout.

Sausages and sauerkraut (and some pretty elegant plate work) is Kurt Gutenbrunner’s idea of casual.

Vaguely reminiscent of 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory': The kitchen is hidden from view, and your made-to-order bird emerges—perfectly packaged in an orange-and-white gift bag—from a tiny metal door.

Love him or hate him, there's no denying that the famously obstreperous David Bouley gets the job done.

Hearty Italian cooking made popular by Mario Batali and his many acolytes and imitators.

A triplex that functions as three restaurants in one.

The kitchen has become more sophisticated, but what this place still does best is simple food.

See the review of this restaurant at 120 Hudson St. in Manhattan.

There is a real, live, genuine native of Capri behind the place, and an Ecuador-born, Torino-trained partner, Eddy Erazo's deep-seated dedication to la cucina Italiana seems to exceed that of the average Italian nonna.

Landmark French bistro for regulars, tourists, and trekkers from uptown.

The succulent cheese steak at this takeout mini-chain is the result of the owner's almost Ken-Burnsian study of the famous Philadelphia sandwich.

At Centrico, Aaron Sanchez does his legendary chef-mom proud.

Fancy bistro fusing French and New American sensibilities with a brand-new menu.

The burger chain has opened its first Manhattan store.

The downtown sibling to Manhattan's meatiest rodizio features the same cavalcade of carved-on-demand grilled meat.

Surf and turf for what once was the three-martini lunch crowd.

See the review of this restaurant at 229 W. Broadway in Manhattan.

The name is a play on the Italian word for “well-wisher,” and slang for “in the way of ‘ino,” the root of Jason Denton's piattini party that includes ‘ino, inoteca, and ‘inoteca liquori bar.

Drew Nieporent's Montrachet, reinvented with chef Paul Liebrandt at the helm.

Cosmopolitan Café's single-dish dinner service is as pleasantly anachronistic as the place itself.