See and be seen when you’re dining al fresco at this SoHo staple. Just don’t be surprised if your secret convo ends up on Page Six - or on gossipgirl.net. Read more.
Allow me to live the lie that gelato is better for you than ice cream, and I’ll reward you with the secret to ending a sticky NYC night in bliss. Read more.
B brought one of her beaus here on New Year’s Eve—the romance didn’t last, but this restaurant's popularity does. I promise I won’t judge if you pig out on pasta. (I Will Always Love You) Read more.
Cure your carb cravings while overlooking Columbus Circle. Just try not to drool over the models slash waiters. Read more.
S may have acted in Breakfast at Fred's, but the real star of the 9th floor Barneys’ restaurant is the Fred’s chicken salad. And S knows it too.
This classic eatery hasn't been around for 100 years for no reason - the smoked fish, latkes, and friendly waitstaff are legendary. But beware - you'll never settle for subpar lox ever again!
