The Paris import bows on Chrystie Street.
One cook says he was paid a "poverty wage," and he's taking it to the courts.
The Bromberg brothers take an ecumenical approach to Japanese.
The always-jammed soba specialist will be able to strech out in new digs.
The restaurant's equipment will be auctioned on Wednesday at noon.
We shot each and every one of the glorious deep-fried pies.
See the "fucking delicious" menu.
Sichuan peppercorn ganache, for one.
Will the seemingly cursed space have a viable tenant at last?
Opening on Ridge Street April 20.
It's "an old-school Lower East Side bodega meets a sophisticated and sexy speakeasy," duh.
That's the third closing in the last three years.
Focused on cooked dishes like chicken meatballs, rather than sushi.
Temporary lakes are the newest trend in, uh, water.
Check out the colorful photos from yesterday's celebration.
The Bowery Poetry Club hosted the thirteenth annual neighborhood competition.