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Eric Ripert teaches New Yorkers how to cook in a tiny kitchen.

Not so long ago, the $160 tab on a four-course Ducasse dinner gave the fine-dining community fits. Today, that price seems almost reasonable. Where to go when someone else is picking up the check. (Tax, tips, and drinks not included, of course.)

Before or after your Christo-curated stroll in Central Park, you’re going to need to eat.

Sure, you could go the predictable route on Valentine’s Day, but with the new boom in dessert destinations, why not sneak away for some love�or least some hazelnut-chocolate layer cake and a glass of Banyuls�in the afternoon?

Cynics may call it amateur night, but every young Romeo has to start somewhere, and no one appreciates this fact better than our city’s chefs and restaurateurs.

Chinatown celebrates the Lunar New Year with a parade and fireworks on February 9. You can also usher in the Year of the Rooster with lucky foods like whole fish (for abundance), chicken (for prosperity), and noodles (for longevity).

You’d think that Grand Marnier’s Navan vanilla cognac might be just another gimmick aimed at the Pass the Courvoisier crowd, but the liqueur is turning up in some surprising places�some of which don’t even own a velvet rope.

For a nonpartisan�and slightly less sloppy�Super Bowl Sunday, skip the cheese steaks and lobster rolls and order in some spicy chicken wings.

New York’s no New Orleans, but that’s no reason not to get in the bead-slinging swing come February 8.

Where once there was just Dojo and Khyber Pass, now there’s a gourmet glut. St. Marks Place (and vicinity, in Realtor-speak) is the latest Restaurant Row.