Celebrated chef Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s hotel dining room serves up fresh cosmopolitan fare, like black-truffle-and-fontina pizza and slow-cooked salmon with chili vinaigrette and bok choy. The chic but relaxed environs draw a tony uptown crowd.
Now managed by disciples of its namesake founder, this established power-lunch spot prepares traditional fresh fish of the highest order. The minimalist bamboo décor keeps the focus on the flavors.
Authentic seafood is the specialty here, served amid exposed beams and Stone washed walls that make the space feel like an inherited Greek-island villa. It’s a solid Midtown oasis.
Farm-to-table food served in an environment that’s reminiscent of a centuries-old Hamptons country house, complete with chic guests. Say yes to the salted-caramel ice cream sundae.
West Villagers are grateful to have an everyday spot this good, where the vegetable antipasti, sweet-potato-and-sage ravioli in parmesan broth, and other Tuscan offerings are both delicious and not too pricey. In warmer months, try for a seat on the front terrace.
The côte de boeuf comes from heaven. A noisy, exclusive steak-oriented saloon that seamlessly blends past and present, Keith McNally’s popular spot makes for the epitome of a great Manhattan night out.
Chef Joe Ng is a dumpling maestro, and in these rustic environs he turns out creative modern Chinese that’s made from above-par greenmarket ingredients. No reservations, but it’s worth the wait.
This West Village institution draws a Euro-inflected crowd. Lunch here on a sunny afternoon is hard to beat.
This upscale red-sauce joint is spiced with inspired cooking and a dose of Godfather-esque theatrics. Get to know this place—it’s destined to be a classic.
The roasted chicken alone is worth coming back for. Add to that a solid list of biodynamic Italian wines, handsome neo-regency décor, and (for private bookings) a gorgeous upstairs dining room.
A tiny shop specializing in fresh pasta and classic, high-quality Italian imports. Open since 1908, it’s worth a trip for the mozzarella alone.
The linchpin of chef David Chang’s mini-empire, this Asian-inspired spot serves up food as scrumptious as it is surprising. The steamed buns are New York’s best.
Name-brand chef Bobby Flay is often in the kitchen at his new Mediterranean restaurant, supervising shareable small plates like pumpkin arancini and tunastuffed piquillo peppers. Everything is big on flavor. It’s great for groups or a solo sit-down at the bar.
This hip, cozy lunch-and-breakfast spot has become a default of sorts for the neighborhood’s creative types.
Sometimes salvation takes the form of a delicious twenty-four-hour falafel joint.
This is the coolest of the Milan-based mini-chain’s handful of New York locations— ideal for a civilized breakfast, with a tempting display of homemade pastries.
Big-swinging chef Michael White offers up hearty, satisfying Bolognese cuisine (seafood brodetto stew, black-truffle pappardelle) in rustic environs reminiscent of Emilia-Romagna. Don’t leave without trying at least one pasta dish.
Humming with the neighborly vibes that make Nolita a favorite downtown pocket, this Aussie-owned, Aussie-flavored hangout scores big with affordable burgers and salads. It recently expanded into the next-door space.
A blend of the superior New York and Montreal traditions, the bagels here are rolled by hand and baked in a wood-fired oven. Yum.
The morning staple (the cage-free, organic variety) is served up for all three meals here, starting with a series of tasty breakfast sandwiches. If you’re feeling less than egg-static, try the fried chicken.
Skip the lines at Lombardi’s and opt for the charred, thin-crust pizza at this local favorite. The vodka slice is a standout.
Donna Karan’s daughter, Gabby, has transported a Hamptons favorite (and much of its beach-town chic) into an urban context with modern Neapolitan cuisine in a loft-like space.
Tribeca resident Robert De Niro’s joint project with popular chef Andrew Carmellini offers family-style Italian in a homey, tavern-like space. It’s one to come back to—especially for the fire-roasted garlic chicken. Attached to the Greenwich Hotel, which is a great bet with its eighty-eight stylish rooms, Japanese-style bamboo spa, and perfect location that’s near but not right in the middle of the action.
A clubby, book-lined sanctuary for sipping aged spirits and pulling on fine cigars.