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Havana Lyrics
Read More: Havana LyricsIt’s a long detour to the House of Gelato across from the Copacabana.
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Over the Rainbow
Read More: Over the RainbowYes, it’s true that late one night last summer, Joe Baum slipped in the entry to his apartment building and landed on his head, requiring 112 stitches, but that…
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December 21, 1987 | Vintage Insatiable REMEMBERING LE PAVILLON Fame is cruelly mercurial. I think each time I pass the First Woman’s Bank, imagining its vault, a cold steel…
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Zarela
Read More: ZarelaZarela Martinez is a tough city flower. Toss her out of the greenhouse into the cold and she’ll take root in a crack of the pavement. Equal parts of…
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November 11, 1987 | Vintage Insatiable David K: Home on the Range For all the strange ways of the Western World that David Keh has mastered, his stomach…
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September 5, 1987 | Vintage Insatiable Restaurant Bouley: Vaulting Ambition Those of us who indulge our mouths as we would a beloved child have been worried about David…
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Bouley: Vaulting Ambition
Read More: Bouley: Vaulting AmbitionWell, Bouley has heard the mutterings of discontent. Now he’s clocking the kitchen flow, and though the ceremony still moves with the pace (but not the confidence) or a…
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June 1, 1987 | Vintage Insatiable Adding Up the New ‘21’ Ken Aretsky is anxious. He gets up early every morning now so he can “get ready…
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Adding Up the New ‘21’
Read More: Adding Up the New ‘21’Ken Aretsky is anxious. He gets up early every morning now so he can “get ready to be aggravated sooner.” But a perpetually nervous man makes a good restaurateur,…
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March 23, 1987 | Vintage Insatiable Our Local French Revolution Star-crowned chefs come and go, but Le Cirque’s menagerie still swings from the dining-room rafters, jostling for position. “VIP,”…
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January 27, 1987 | Vintage Insatiable Pure Plasir The art world has already discovered Barocco, a spare, minimally gussied-up trattoria in TribeCa, where it’s no trick to park or…












