Eater tries every which way of getting into the Waverly Inn short of just barging to a table. [Eater]
Lard czar admits eateries have "valid concerns." [NYP]
Cuozzo tells the city to ban transsexuals, not trans fats. Seriously. [NYP]
Eaters turning to small, local farms; Willie Nelson presumably psyched. [NYT]
Bruni ponders the meaning of "market price," chats with Danny Meyer "for a good 10 minutes without a moment of tension." [NYT]
Blogs buzz over the City Bakery bread that need not be kneaded. [Chow]
"Bordeaux guy" (and New York Magazine contributing editor) Jay McInerney, spotted at Cafe Cluny last night, likes his zins too. [NYS]
On West 28th Street: Crobar to shutter? [NYP]
On West 29th Street: Will the real Stereo please stand up? [NYP]
* Correction, November 17, 2006: The no-knead bread is made by Jim Lahey at Sullivan Street Bakery, not City Bakery as originally stated.
Reading about the launch of Blue Smoke in Danny Meyer's new book Setting the Table, we had an epiphany. It's somehow happened that, in the midst of the greatest barbecue boom New York has ever seen, nearly all of the cuisine's major restaurants are either owned or operated by Jews. Given the wide berth our people have historically given pork, this seems worth commenting on. Meyers's launching of Blue Smoke was just the beginning. Josh Cohen has just reopened Biscuit in Park Slope; Adam Perry Lang has become a major star in competition BBQ, in addition to launching his Daisy May's empire; Andrew Fischel's RUB was anointed by Adam Platt as the city's best barbecue; and the field will only become further Semiticized this spring, when Mark Glosserman and Robert Richter launch Hill Country BBQ in the Flatiron district. Don't get us wrong. There are some very fine Gentile barbecuers in New York: John Wheeler at Rack & Soul and John Stage at Dinosaur Bar-B-Que are both expert practitioners. Still, we're surprised someone didn't coined the phrase sooner: Bar-B-Jew.
Frank Bruni and Danny Meyer mouth off about Bruni's review of Eleven Madison Park. [NYP]
Who's the critic Mr. Hospitality "hosted" to the tune of a two-star review? [Eater]
Simon Hammerstein's the Box preopens for business. [Eater]
The West End reopens as a Havana Central; Brooklyn gets another hipster golf-course bar, this one also a playhouse. [TONY]
The guys behind Diner and Williamsburg's Bonita open an outpost of the latter in Fort Greene. [Eater]
The Great Pickle War rages on. [NYT]
Gothamist hits the Chocolate Show. [Gothamist]
Gordon Ramsay: Two hours and you're out. [Diner's Journal]
McDonald's to cut trans fats but only in Europe. [NYDN]
More club violence in Chelsea. [NYP]
New rules may bring sweet silence to the Lower Eastpacking District. [NYT]
Danny Meyer doesn't much appreciate the (mostly laudatory) reviews given to his restaurants by Frank Bruni et al, and lets them know it in his new book. Sean Lennon isn't exactly a hit with the critics, either. Kevin Federline is trying to sell some amateur video footage to make some extra dough. (No, it's not that kind of footage.) City Council speaker Christine Quinn cut the check-in line at JFK, and it angered her fellow passengers. Netscape founder James Clark's divorce cost him $125 million; his new girlfriend won't be nearly as fortunate. Media prankster Joey Skaggs is getting into the watch business. Katie Holmes couldn't stick to Victoria Beckham's recommended post-pregnancy diet of edamame, pretzels, sushi, and Diet Coke. John Krasinski loves David Foster Wallace. Dustin Hoffman makes sure that the hired help get to watch a screening of his movie. Leonardo DiCaprio is GQ's Man of the Year. (GQ likes Lindsay Lohan, too). Arab royalty laughs at President Bush in Qatar, raises a lot of money for Asia. Former Hell's Angel Chuck Zito — a.k.a. the guy who beat up Jean-Claude Van Damme — is launching his own radio talk show for men. You know, unlike all the other radio talk shows. A wealthy businessman was turned down by the co-op board at the Carlyle because he's too much of a playboy. Know any unemployed grandmothers? The New Jersey Nets are hiring.
In today's dining dirt, Spain comes to Manhattan, barbecue comes to Fort Greene, and Mr. Hospitality brings the pain.
• Danny "Mr. Hospitality" Meyer ponders hugs, serves up a knuckle sandwich. [Esquire]
• Gordon "Mr. Nasty" Ramsay opens up the lines; a feeding frenzy ensues. [Eater]
• Pushcart-prize finalists announced. [Street Vendor Project]
• Picholine buddies open up a Fort Greene smoke joint serving up "real NYC barbecue." Whatever that is, exactly. [Strong Buzz]
• On a sobering note, Michael Pollan forecasts the dangers of centralized food production and the specter of increased regulation in the veggie world: "Food poisoning has always been with us, but not until we started processing all our food in such a small number of 'kitchens' did the potential for nationwide outbreaks exist." [NYT]
The micro-micro-neighborhood centered around Broadway and 20th happens to be the capital of Danny Meyer's small but beloved empire of restaurants, where Credit Suisse First Boston financiers do lunch; actors and temps, meanwhile, have an array of lowbrow eats to choose from.