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The Mermaid Inn is an elegant East Village bistro swimming with fresh, unfussy seafood.

What’s in a room? Yujin’s overwrought décor mirrors its no-holds-barred menu, while Rocco DiSpirito has turned a bull-market dining hall into a tribute to home cooking.

Don’t take out your anti-French sentiment on the city’s chefs and restaurateurs. You aren’t making a political statement; you’re weaseling out of a true New York pleasure.

With Ola, Nuevo Latino king Douglas Rodriguez (Patria, Chicama, Pipa) gives the Atkins diet a south-of-the-equator twist. The results? Muy bien, indeed.

Amid the new crop of Brooklyn bistros and Manhattan spinoffs, a modest Mexican café makes a spicy name for itself with home cooking and red-hot tamales.

Barbalùc is a Eurotrash joint masquerading as a temple to Friulian cuisine; Brasserie 360 is both French bistro and sushi bar. Welcome to the new world order.

Lamu—named for an island off the coast of Kenya—is African only in name. But maybe an exotic moniker is exotic enough.

Traveling at the speed of light between his many culinary outposts, Jean-Georges Vongerichten has outdone himself again with the succulent new Chinese-themed 66.

Cafe Asean’s upscale sister, Jefferson, is a welcome addition to the block. Just don’t call it Asian fusion.

The controversial thin-crust pies at Otto might irk the pizza police, but they suit us just fine.