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Matthew Kenney's Commune may be scalded by its own heat.

Chef John Tesar's Wall Street gamble looks like it will pay dividends.

With seafood-friendly Esca, Molto Mario and Joe B. have extended their winning streak to four; at Avra, too, there's gold in them thar gills.

We'll always have Paris, as long as Keith McNally keeps obsessively re-creating his dream French bistro, true to the last faux nicotine stain.

Jack's Fifth, hidden just across from the Plaza hotel, acquits itself well on all counts; also, a Vongerichten alum heats up Lower East Side eats.

When Warner LeRoy bought the Russian Tea Room, loyalists cringed; when he tore it down, they wept; now that it's reopened, they're lining up.

Thalia unleashes some much-needed star power on the theater district.

Atlas successfully shoulders a young chef's grand ambitions.

When Mortimer's closed, the kiss-kiss rich who watered there were cast adrift; but with the opening of Swifty's, their forlorn diaspora is over.