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Tim Zagat's favorite drink is iced tea (three-quarters) with cranberry juice (one-quarter).
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Tim Zagat's favorite drink is iced tea (three-quarters) with cranberry juice (one-quarter).
The editor of the scrappy borough journal is happy about this. And so are we.
Regretfully, we can't bring ourselves to rip on Jay Leno; this news is too heartwarming.
Can the magazine flourish with them at the helm? We're skeptical.
Also, Brad Pitt doesn't care if Angelina Jolie gets a lot of Botox.
T.S. Eliot said the bloody-minded playwright John Webster 'saw the skull beneath the skin,' and here artist Richard Aldrich demonstrates a similar X-ray aptitude.
The designer gives us the details on Louis Vuitton's highly anticipated Stephen Sprouse collection.
The Eldridge is the most exclusive spot in town, according to the owner of the Eldridge.
A lot of sex, both real and pretend, goes on in this week's diary.
What's going on with a venue that was supposed to open underneath the cobblestones of Ninth Avenue?
According to one visitor, the reopened belly-dance spot is 'not a pleasant experience.'
Despite talk of a celebrity chef or a greenmarket guru, the Obamas are keeping the old White House chef.
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