Joe Bastianich, having just opened B&B Ristorante in Las Vegas with Mario Batali, isn’t letting the sands under his feet settle. In December or January, he’ll open Carnevino at the Venetian. Bastianich is likely handling the wine (he’s out of the country and unavailable for comment), but Daisy May’s Adam Perry Lang will oversee every part of the meat program, from procurement to dry-aging.
Webster Hall owner Sean McGarr and his partner, Michael Sinensky, are spending $3 million to turn a former stable at 621 46th Street — a space also pursued by Ivan Kane for his controversial Forty Deuce project — into a nightclub and events hall named Hudson Terrace. The community board, concerned about improper zoning and neighboring club Pacha’s plan to open a rooftop bar, has recommended that the State Liquor Authority deny the new club's pending liquor-license application, but McGarr isn’t sweating it. He says that come Thanksgiving he’ll be ready to show off a 6,000-square-foot first floor with a video ceiling and a 4,000-foot semi-enclosed rooftop terrace that will emit radiant heat in the winter and Vegas-like mists in the summer. “It will be a comfortable place to have a cocktail and lounge,” McGarr says, pointing out that 50 percent of his business will be corporate catering, with the nightclub open only during the weekend. “I won’t be installing a Steve Dash sound system like I have here at Webster Hall.” Sinensky and McGarr’s East Village sports bar, the Village Pourhouse, will also be opening an outpost at Amsterdam and 109th Street in November. Cheap pints or double-digit cocktails? Pick your poison. —Daniel Maurer
Gregarious Brooklyn Borough President Marty Markowitz recently sparked the ire of Brooklyn’s gays with his endorsement of former city councilman and fifth-district Civil Court judge candidate Noach Dear. Dear, an Orthodox Jew with a history of anti-gay and anti-choice sympathies (he famously led the opposition against the landmark 1986 City Council Gay Rights bill), has already amassed quite a few campaign dollars; the Brooklyn Heights Courier reports his campaign is worth over ten times that of his sole opponent, Manhattan resident Karen Yellen. "I made a decision [to endorse him], whether it's right or wrong," Marty told New York yesterday, seeming to already doubt his endorsement of the controversial candidate. Given the power of the purse, Dear is widely expected to win tomorrow — when residents of Park Slope, Windsor Terrace, Kensington, Dyker Heights, and Parks Sunset and Borough cast their votes. What’s puzzling is that Markowitz has been a longtime ally of the gay community, so the Dear endorsement leaves a lot to be explained. We caught up with Marty (who, incidentally, still says he doesn't know if he's running for mayor) yesterday during the Brooklyn Book Festival and asked him about earning himself a potential fagwa.
I am attempting to find establishments that have a table in their kitchens. I have a teenager who is interested in the industry and I thought this would be fun to do together!
An Encouraging Mother
The children of chefs eat famously well. In the case of little Ava Guarnaschelli, that privilege extends to infancy: The two-and-half-month-old daughter of Butter chef Alexandra Guarnaschelli has her mother on baby-food duty in the kitchen. And why not, says the new mother. “I’m constantly in the Greenmarket, and it seems silly for me not to cook for the person that means the most in the world to me.”
With a Rotten Tomatoes score of just 18 percent, Mr. Woodcock is unlikely to get Vulture to a movie theater. But it "delivers some chuckles" and that was apparently good enough for Pulitzer Prize winner Stephen Hunter.
There’s a soft spot in our heart for artists who play with their food (remember Jason Wishnow’s Oedipus starring vegetables?), but what to make of the most recent work of Bob Henderson, founder of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster? In his spiel about why he borrowed a $1,200 lens to shoot 59-cent tacos in black-and-white, Henderson writes, “I have an interest in #133; niche marketing, memes, photography, and tacos. I invented pretentious fine art taco photography.” If you don’t want to spend $34 on a print, don’t worry Henderson says he’s aiming to bring the project to New York. Expect a table of Gordita Supremes at the opening.
Fine Art Taco Photography [Handerob.com]
Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster [Venganza.org]
Today in the trials and tribulations of the impossibly hot: Helena Christensen is being sued by her neighbor in the West Village, a no-fun woman named Fran Panasci. The Danish supermodel (and possible sexer of Heath Ledger) built a deck on the back of her Hudson Street home, and it's bugging Panasci — it “blocks all light and air,” says Panasci’s lawyer. The cranky neighbor-lady also claims that she must endure "loud offensive sound and noise which continues throughout the day, night, and early morning hours," blah blah blah. Oooh, what kind of loud and offensive noises? And how about the completely inspiring fact that Helena is 38 and still likes to party like an INXS groupie? We'll have what she's having! Anyhow, Panasci wants $1.7 million for unspecified (are they ever?) damages, a price so high we can only assume it includes compensation for the severe psychological damage (body dysmorphic disorder, insane jealousy, self-loathing) one incurs when living within spitting distance of a supermodel.
Model Christensen Decked With $1.7M Suit for Noise [NYDN]
If you’re one of the many who saw Rob Zombie’sHalloween during its record-setting opening weekend, you last saw Kristina Klebe playing trash-talking cheerleader Lynda. You’ll probably next see her alongside Uma Thurman in Griffin Dunne’s comedy The Accidental Husband, in which she plays Isabelle Rossellini’s (fully dressed and much more conservative) daughter. In the meantime, she’s jetting between her hometown, New York (she used to bartend at Serafina), and her adopted city, L.A. “I love that I can walk back to a place after dinner,” she says of New York. “If you go out in L.A., you’re full and you just go out to your car and go home.” So where did she dine and dash during this week of auditions and director meetings?
Anna Wintour's crush on Roger Federer extends to sending him expensive clothes, reports "Page Six." (The Post gossip column also coins the phrase "comely cougar" to describe the steely Vogue editor, which is just so catty and, you know, accurate.) But a Condé Nast rep protests, "Vogue certainly helps a number of people with fashion, but Roger's style is all his own." We have to beg to differ on this one. The fashion bible has repeatedly featured Federer, dressing him up in all kinds of outrageously luxe clothes. In one Men's Voguespread alone (shot by Annie Leibovitz), Wintour draped Federer in over $4,000 worth of Prada, $2,500 worth of Gucci, $1,500 worth of Dolce & Gabbana and Michael Kors, and $2,500 worth of Dior Homme. Since much of that shoot took place at sea or on the beach, it wouldn't be outrageous if some of the clothes didn't get returned to the designers. Not that we object — handsome men deserve to wear expensive clothes. We're just wondering whether Wintour has taken to calling Federer "my pretty" yet.
Roger's Stylist [NYP]
Earlier:Roger Federer Makes Anna Wintour So Very Happy
We hear from multiple sources that plans are under way to re-create A Voce in other cities. At least two are in the works, we hear, but chef Andrew Carmellini warns us that no leases are signed yet. “You can have meetings every day, but it’s all bullshit until you sign on the dotted line.” We couldn’t agree more!