They prepare food at Citarella and Fairway and the city’s fanciest restaurants, then go home to an illegal, jam-packed basement apartment.
Leslie Crocker Snyder says the city’s most influential people have told her she’d make a great Manhattan D.A.—once Robert Morgenthau retires.
Erected by an eccentric heir, the Ansonia Hotel inherited its builder’s penchant for extravagance and controversy.
Leonardo DiCaprio becomes a local, Teri Hatcher’s last laugh, PETA and Parsons smoke a peace pipe, and more.
New Yorkers showed their peevish side, vexing over grievances both real and imagined.
Senator Schumer on ground zero and his imaginary friend.
Is it a boy or a girl? Only her nursery-decorator knows.
A new book preaches pigeoncide.
Sheldon Silver wants to speed things up at ground zero; Bloomberg wants the stadium. Each could help the other out.
A minimalist bohemian-chic skirt, plus a sixties lamp and a “gel kneeler.”
Singer Amerie spends $66,136.95.
A modern Sistine Chapel.
A nightclub doorman with “gay Brooks Brothers” style.
Store openings this week.
Joseph A. Diorio of Home Depot.
White rum.
Bellavitae serves reasonably priced Italian to the pretension-weary.
Fiddlehead ferns.
Week of May 9, 2005: Filip’s, Secretes, Light Bar and Restaurant, Salon, Big Booty Bread Co., and a new branch of Sarabeth’s.
The burgeoning CSA movement connects local farmers to veggie-obsessed consumers.
Is There a New Las Vegas? Do I Care?
The Blue Ribbon Bakery goes To-Go
Where to grab some grub after this weekend’s annual Summer in LongIsCity festival (see LICArts.org for details).
Where to enjoy the prettiest of red leaf stems—now in season—in everything from cocktails to dessert.
Many newly divorced have more trouble scheduling dates than finding them.
Foxtons is back.
What to do in Zanzibar.
For Jennifer Connelly, playing a victim of real-estate nightmares didn’t require much acting.
David Mamet’s celebration of vulgar cruelty shouldn’t be considered art.
Nicole Krauss on going from poet to part of New York’s literary hot couple.
On his double life.
Beneath the bright cocktail patter of ‘Akron,’ there is not only the whiff of smugness, but also a critical remoteness.
Studio geeks the Books learn to love it live.
What the audience really thought about Elvis Costello.
