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There is no mule tethered to a lamppost out front of Hundred Acres.

Faux smoke and grime above Wildwood’s bar want to suggest that barbecue belongs to the city.

Alain Ducasse’s need to be embraced by New York has a real chance for fulfillment at Benoit once he whips the kitchen up a bit.

I was put off by an old-fashioned lack of focus in an early visit to Padre Figlio.

Tet is the most ambitious effort yet from Saigon-born Steven Duong.

La Rural, an Argentine bistro, looks a lot like its predecessor, Pampa.

Upper West Siders did not hesitate to chew out Jonathan Waxman’s uneven efforts early on at Madaleine Mae.

If splendid food comes first, with points for local-idol sightings, we’ll write off the painful din at Commerce.

Expect standing-room only at Mia Dona, given Donatella Arpaia’s East Side groupies.

Jumeirah Essex House has found a skilled veteran in chef Kerry Heffernan, now turning out his signature gougères in the new South Gate space.