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Latino stars, salsa swingers, Yankees in mufti, and a trickle of downtown swells fuel the heat at Jimmy's Bronx Cafe, home of cosmic soup and Godzilla lobsters.

The Bromberg brothers yearned to play with flour. All it took was yeast and a resurrected oven to make the Blue Ribbon Bakery rise in the West Village.

Rémi Lauvand takes the range at TriBeCa's Montrachet, bringing memories of France (and a superior $19.98 lunch) worthy of the house Burgundies.

Tom Valenti unpacks his lamb shanks on the Upper East Side.

In midtown, Frank Deletrain is at home swimming with the fishes at Tropica.

The Waldorf's Peacock Alley struts and stumbles to the strains of a harp; Provence gets a workout at Jean Lafitte on West 58th.

Hungry? Make a dash for green acres. American Park brings fusion fuss to the Battery, and there's a stylish new tack at Central Park's Boathouse.

Whaddaya want on your pizza? Peking duck, smoked salmon, and tandoori chicken at One3 in the Village prove it’s a small world after all.

Here we go again -- overnight, BondSt in NoHo is hotter than wasabi, the place to cross chopsticks with the neighborhood’s parading mantises.

Joe's . . . Again spices memory with ego as a new team tries comfort food and fancy tricks to jolly an old Village joint back to life.