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For a certain kind of eater, nothing less than a pot roast will do. But Annisa, with its intimate setting and delicate flavors, scores a convert.

If 222 is perfect for romantic tête-à-têtes and intimate celebrations, it's because sometimes elegant food and perfect presentation just aren't enough.

Authentic Australian dishes like emu and kangaroo are rare even in Sydney these days -- who would ever expect to find them on Mulberry Street?

From the people who brought you Rao's, another great Southern Italian restaurant -- Baldoria. And this one you might even manage to get into.

Downstairs from Tabla, chef Floyd Cardoz is reworking the meals of his Subcontinental youth at his cheaper and (dare we say it?) fresher Bread Bar.

Blue Hill dispensed with all the flash that dominates the current scene, and still got my attention; the equally subdued Tocqueville is a labor of love.

In Queens, Moustafa El Sayed's seven-year obsession finally pays off; down in the financial district, the hunt for the ultimate falafel is over

At clubby Del Frisco's, you'll pay top dollar for sublime steaks in a monumental midtown setting, but the cheesy service may leave you cold.

A well-known SoHo bakery by day becomes a reasonably priced French bistro at night; in Murray Hill, another dream of a bistro lives on.

Sometimes even the most dutiful critic can barely bring himself to risk ruining his favorite new place by naming it, but if you promise not to tell . . .