Aldo Sohm Wine Bar. Brought to us by the folks from Le Bernardin, this wine bar supposedly offers a serious selection of wine and casual bites in a more comfortable atmosphere than its brethren across the way.
Decoy. I sing endless praises for RedFarm. I can’t even imagine how this underground offshoot, serving only a prix fixe Peking duck, could possibly top it. But it might.
Batard. This French-style restaurant in the old Corton space was the best addition to the city in 2014, according to some.
The Clam. Steamed clams, clam dip, clam pizza, stuffed clams, spaghetti and clams…
Little Park. Okay, I'm cheating. I already went to Andrew Carmellini’s new spot last night. Story to come.
The Ribbon. In late 2014, we got the coffee. We got the casual Italian. Word on the street is that in 2015, my Upper West Side Dead Zone is getting a 72nd Street restaurant from the Blue Ribbon family. I’ll be there with bells on.
Momofuku Ko. The most fancy of David Chang’s restaurant empire recently underwent an expansion, and I am clamoring for a seat at the tasting table.
Peter Luger Steak House. I’ve engaged in the “best steak in the city” debate too many times without being able to weigh in on Luger’s. Time to change that.
Shuko. It’s supposed to be the best omakase in town these days. Maybe for my big 3-0…
Chefs Club by Food & Wine. This space in the Puck Building will serve as a platform for chefs from around the country, a la The James Beard House, but more accessible (I hope).
Famous Chicken Cart. This street meat legend has been serving midtown workers on 53rd Street and 6th Avenue for years, but the lines during lunchtime have always deterred me.
El Sabroso (The Loading Dock). Is it Mexican, Latin, Ecuadorian, Spanish? Yelp reviewers have deemed it all of above, but I’ve never made it to this little lunchtime dive, located on a loading dock on 37th Street between 7th and 8th Avenues, to say for sure. Whatever they’re serving, it’s supposed to be affordable and delicious.
Brodo. Chef Marco Canora of Hearth in the East Village serves only cups of bone broth from a window adjacent to his noteworthy restaurant. Bone broth?
The “C’mon, Seriously?! Get Over There, Already.”
Pok Pok NY. They say that homestyle cooking from Southeast Asia doesn’t get more legit than this. I have just been too lazy to trek to Cobble Hill without being able to make a reservation. I hereby resolve to have patience and wait.
Russ and Daughters Café. The smoked fish situation supposedly makes for the best brunch in town. The no-reservation policy has kept me away. Perhaps scooping up some Black Seed bagels while we wait will make it alright.
Talde. The Brooklyn thing. I’m lazy. Dale Talde’s twist on Asian-American cuisine is an absolute must for me this year.
Franny’s. Major pizza envy. Again, the Brooklyn thing. Maybe that’s the New Year’s Resolution after all – eat more in Brooklyn.