On Thursday, October 9th, The Knockturnal attended an intimate dinner experience hosted by Saint James Iced Tea at Lucky’s Soho. Inside the private dining room, guests enjoyed a curated tasting of Saint James’ signature teas. Each was crafted with organic ingredients and brewed to perfection.
On September 16th, Carmine’s celebrated its 35th anniversary with a star-studded, old-school New York party that captured everything people love about the iconic Italian institution.
I don’t really assign the restaurants I review a rating, at least not publicly beyond a circle of close friends or family. It’s a habit I developed from my days as a film critic. How could I fairly rate a Marvel movie on the same scale as The Godfather or any other classic or groundbreaking modern film you would put in the top echelon of cinema?
Williamsburg has always been a neighborhood in conversation between old and new, between grit and polish. At Meili, that conversation takes a new shape, this time between Brooklyn cool and Sichuan soul.
Midtown Manhattan is not where I go to be surprised. It’s where I go for a function: a passable working lunch, mediocre midday coffee, and a predictable dinner. There are nice places, but many are large saccharine messes designed for client dinners and not a nice night out.
There’s no shortage of Indian food in New York, but finding Indian food with a point of view—that’s rarer. Some restaurants make you feel like you’ve traveled. Others, like Indigo, make you feel as though the chef has and if it wasn’t clear, that’s what you really want.
I hate the part of East Village near Stuytown. I know that’s a hot take as the East Village in general is a fun jaunt, but this specific section always feels like a part of town time forgot about and more specifically abandoned.
Chelsea shines a little bit brighter with the addition of Marsanne, a mediterranean restaurant opened a few months ago by Michelin-starred Chef Zivko Radojicic. It’s the kind of place that effortlessly blends sophistication with a welcoming charm—a rarity in the city’s ever-evolving dining scene. On a rainy evening, I stopped by with high expectations, which Marsanne delivered in spades.
Stepping into the storied Hunt & Fish Club in midtown Manhattan feels like what you imagined New York City to be like as a little kid – tall, gilded ceilings, white tablecloths and velvet-lined booths, champagne cooling in a table-side marble bucket. Let’s just say it – we were thoroughly impressed when we walked in and were escorted to our table.
Putting together a special omakase menu is like putting together a set list for a concert.