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Book Review: Blood, Bones & Butter

by Danielle Oteri April 29, 2011

“Here’s the thing about this book: Hamilton can write. Like really, really write, not just chronicle her life, or be self-aware enough to bring poignancy to her experiences. It’s almost maddening that she can be both a talented chef and such a phenomenal writer.”

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The Hole in the Wall Files: Sans Culottes

by Danielle Oteri April 22, 2011

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Unlike the many classic Upper East Side French bistros frequented by wealthy (and often elderly) residents, Sans Culottes thumbs its nose at the notion of fine dining and just puts out the pat� and sausage tree to enjoy until busting the seams.”

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All-Day Drinking at Superfine

by Casey Barber March 28, 2011

“Next thing you know, you’ve sucked down three Red Hounds (grapefruit vodka, grapefruit juice, and fresh sour mix with a crunchy sugar rim) and Taryn’s bringing out the dinner menu�one of a few dry-erase boards propped around the space. Everything’s a special since the food options change daily.”

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Ditch Dogs: Seeing is Believing

by Casey Barber February 9, 2011

“The Ditch Dog was an off-menu urban legend, the Animal-Style burger of Bedford Street. But how can you keep something as good as a hot dog with mac and cheese on it under wraps? People are gonna talk.”

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Panic at the Dinner

by Good. Food. Stories. Contributor January 26, 2011

“M�m� is technically a Mediterranean restaurant (hence the name), but its menu of small plates and liberally spans the cuisines of countries from Italy to Morocco to places that I might more fairly situate in the Middle East.”

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Cyrus, Healdsburg, CA

by Danielle Oteri November 24, 2010

“I imagine the kitchen at Cyrus resembles a Swiss watch factory. Each dish was tiny, but every bite crafted to ring a different chord of satisfaction and I left so full I wanted to crawl to the car on my hands and knees.”