We try to stick closely to the food in our New York restaurant coverage, but sometimes we come across restaurant designs that give us pause: The drop-dead pretty, the alarmingly futuristic, the smirk-inducing WTF. And after Slice editor Niki kept telling us about how much she appreciated the Twin Peaks-themed bathroom at Mission Chinese Food and the bigger-on-the-inside TARDIS stall at Brooklyn bar The Way Station, we realized there were more than a few restaurant bathrooms that have caught our eye.
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The cheeseburger at the iconic Four Season's Hualalai is a bite of paradise that will remind you of what's good in life.
It's a brisket sandwich's birthright to be a meaty mess, with juicy smoke-laden meat punctuated by crunchy burnt ends. Fortunately, chef Kevin Hickey knows this.
You'd be forgiven if your first thought when hearing mention of Georgetown's Bourbon Steak is... well... steak. But that's not what we're here to talk about today. It's about a bar snack at Michael Mina's Bourbon Steak in the Georgetown Four Seasons: the BBQ Pulled Pork Cupcake. A long time fan of Red Lobster's Cheddar Bay Biscuit (who isn't?), Executive Chef Adam Sobel created his own version with cheddar and scallion, despite the original recipe being a closely guarded secret, shaped it into a cupcake, and stuffed it with smoked pork shoulder.
Steps away from the streets of Los Angeles hide the al fresco dining patio at Culina at the Four Seasons, Beverly Hills. Instantly relaxing when the shade of the billowing canopy hits your face, the modern Italian menu offers a perfect mellow lunch. The buzz over Executive Chef Victor Casanova's Crudo Bar is deafening and the pasta dishes are killer—but not much has been said about Culina's pizza... yet.
99 East 52nd Street, between Park Avenue & Lexington Avenue 212.754.9494 First Course Maine Lobster Ravioli, Wild Mushrooms Maryland Crabmeat Cake, Mustard Sauce A Service of Jumbo Shrimp A Selection of Oysters, Littleneck or Cherrystone Clams Parms Prosciutto, Cinnamon-Poached...
I read Frank Bruni's hilarious piece on the weird things people do in fancy-pants restaurants, and, ever since, I've been trying to compile my own list of the way-out-of-the-ordinary or downright aberrant behavior I have witnessed at white-tablecloth spots. I am coming up empty. I have missed out. I've never seen anyone having sex or stripping or offering gratis caviar to tables. And damn it, I feel deprived. I think it would be fun to witness some shenanigans at Daniel or Per Se or the French Laundry or Alinea or Le Bec Fin. I long to watch three attractive women strip down to their panties and take a dip in the pool at the Four Seasons. In fact, that floor...