The other night, I was holding up a section of the bar at Jimmy's Corner, the last great dive in Times Square, drinking a Sam Adams, lis...

I was wending down 57th Street, the sometimes glorious, sometimes unlovely crosstown artery, when I noticed that developers had had their wa...

So I was given a tour of the fabled wine cellar at the more fabled "21" Club last week. (Don't ask why.) What a wonder of a pl...

I have found one of the last redoubts of those all-but-lost touches of New York civilization: service, proper attire, quietude and dignity. ...

Just came back from lunch at Donovan's, the squat, sprawling, darkly lit Irish pub that slightly distinguishes the urban blight otherwis...

I'm usually upset by news that an iconic store or restaurant has decided to divide itself and become that odious thing, a chain. This so...

According to New York magazine, the absolute cheapest, rock-bottom price to be had for an apartment in Manhattan is $162,180. And it's a...

The Curbed website tells us that the Capital Fishing Tackle Company, which has been in the same storefront next to the Chelsea Hotel on 23rd...

Nobody is EVER going to refer to the Williamsburg Bank Building in Brooklyn as One Hanson Place, its faux-classy new name now that its been ...

The Lamb's building on W. 44th Street, at one time home to the quizzical, once-storied actors club Lambs, has severed its connection to ...