A graph of Saturday Night Live’s household ratings creates a shape like the Matterhorn over the show’s first five years, followed by a sheer rock face in the early ’80s that flattens into a long alluvial plain gently sloping down to the present, with modest hillocks and troughs along the way. 
SNL vs. The World: A Statisticalish Survey [Grantland]
A graph of Saturday Night Live’s household ratings creates a shape like the Matterhorn over the show’s first five years, followed by a sheer rock face in the early ’80s that flattens into a long alluvial plain gently sloping down to the present, with modest hillocks and troughs along the way. 
SNL vs. The World: A Statisticalish Survey [Grantland]

A graph of Saturday Night Live’s household ratings creates a shape like the Matterhorn over the show’s first five years, followed by a sheer rock face in the early ’80s that flattens into a long alluvial plain gently sloping down to the present, with modest hillocks and troughs along the way. 

SNL vs. The World: A Statisticalish Survey [Grantland]

The roof deck of the Soho House in New York’s Meatpacking District was recently redone in kiln-dried oak as part of an extensive renovation. But on the first day of summer this year, you couldn’t tell. The planks were invisible beneath a multitude of glamorous people: men svelte and women winsome, the members of the Soho House resemble an empyrean of the bold and beautiful. Some rooftops have gardens. This one had gods.
Soho House Founder: Nick Jones [NUVO]
The roof deck of the Soho House in New York’s Meatpacking District was recently redone in kiln-dried oak as part of an extensive renovation. But on the first day of summer this year, you couldn’t tell. The planks were invisible beneath a multitude of glamorous people: men svelte and women winsome, the members of the Soho House resemble an empyrean of the bold and beautiful. Some rooftops have gardens. This one had gods.
Soho House Founder: Nick Jones [NUVO]
The roof deck of the Soho House in New York’s Meatpacking District was recently redone in kiln-dried oak as part of an extensive renovation. But on the first day of summer this year, you couldn’t tell. The planks were invisible beneath a multitude of glamorous people: men svelte and women winsome, the members of the Soho House resemble an empyrean of the bold and beautiful. Some rooftops have gardens. This one had gods.
Soho House Founder: Nick Jones [NUVO]

The roof deck of the Soho House in New York’s Meatpacking District was recently redone in kiln-dried oak as part of an extensive renovation. But on the first day of summer this year, you couldn’t tell. The planks were invisible beneath a multitude of glamorous people: men svelte and women winsome, the members of the Soho House resemble an empyrean of the bold and beautiful. Some rooftops have gardens. This one had gods.

Soho House Founder: Nick Jones [NUVO]

Though I didn’t especially enjoy the films, man, did those guys look great. What could be more salutary to a battered ego than transubstantiating into warrior material?
How I Turned Myself Into a Spartan (And Why Every Man Should) [MadeMan]
Though I didn’t especially enjoy the films, man, did those guys look great. What could be more salutary to a battered ego than transubstantiating into warrior material?
How I Turned Myself Into a Spartan (And Why Every Man Should) [MadeMan]

Though I didn’t especially enjoy the films, man, did those guys look great. What could be more salutary to a battered ego than transubstantiating into warrior material?

How I Turned Myself Into a Spartan (And Why Every Man Should) [MadeMan]


First we had 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, then there was The Green Mile and the Longest Yard. The latest entrant into the distance flick is The Hundred Foot Journey, a culinary love story starring Helen Mirren, Manish Dayal, Om Puri, and Charlotte Le Bon. The movie is meant to jerk tears, break hearts and water mouths. And it does.
The Troubling Trip of the Hundred-Foot Journey [Eat The Movies]
First we had 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, then there was The Green Mile and the Longest Yard. The latest entrant into the distance flick is The Hundred Foot Journey, a culinary love story starring Helen Mirren, Manish Dayal, Om Puri, and Charlotte Le Bon. The movie is meant to jerk tears, break hearts and water mouths. And it does.
The Troubling Trip of the Hundred-Foot Journey [Eat The Movies]

First we had 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, then there was The Green Mile and the Longest Yard. The latest entrant into the distance flick is The Hundred Foot Journey, a culinary love story starring Helen Mirren, Manish Dayal, Om Puri, and Charlotte Le Bon. The movie is meant to jerk tears, break hearts and water mouths. And it does.

The Troubling Trip of the Hundred-Foot Journey [Eat The Movies]

It’s another beautiful day at Broadfield, the 2,300-hectare sporting club at Sea Island resort in the south of Georgia, and Chris Kennedy, a master falconer there, is eyeing the trees. They’re live oaks dripping with Spanish moss, and they form a forest that’s cut by a narrow path—the path Kennedy walks along. Kennedy, a 28-year-old, is pensive. “Falconry,” he says, “is all about patience.” He pauses after a couple of steps to listen for the telltale dull tinker of the tracking bell that’s strapped to the leg of Doyle, a 14-year-old male Harris hawk and one of the six birds he uses to hunt on the estate.
Falconer Chris Kennedy [NUVO]
It’s another beautiful day at Broadfield, the 2,300-hectare sporting club at Sea Island resort in the south of Georgia, and Chris Kennedy, a master falconer there, is eyeing the trees. They’re live oaks dripping with Spanish moss, and they form a forest that’s cut by a narrow path—the path Kennedy walks along. Kennedy, a 28-year-old, is pensive. “Falconry,” he says, “is all about patience.” He pauses after a couple of steps to listen for the telltale dull tinker of the tracking bell that’s strapped to the leg of Doyle, a 14-year-old male Harris hawk and one of the six birds he uses to hunt on the estate.
Falconer Chris Kennedy [NUVO]
It’s another beautiful day at Broadfield, the 2,300-hectare sporting club at Sea Island resort in the south of Georgia, and Chris Kennedy, a master falconer there, is eyeing the trees. They’re live oaks dripping with Spanish moss, and they form a forest that’s cut by a narrow path—the path Kennedy walks along. Kennedy, a 28-year-old, is pensive. “Falconry,” he says, “is all about patience.” He pauses after a couple of steps to listen for the telltale dull tinker of the tracking bell that’s strapped to the leg of Doyle, a 14-year-old male Harris hawk and one of the six birds he uses to hunt on the estate.
Falconer Chris Kennedy [NUVO]

It’s another beautiful day at Broadfield, the 2,300-hectare sporting club at Sea Island resort in the south of Georgia, and Chris Kennedy, a master falconer there, is eyeing the trees. They’re live oaks dripping with Spanish moss, and they form a forest that’s cut by a narrow path—the path Kennedy walks along. Kennedy, a 28-year-old, is pensive. “Falconry,” he says, “is all about patience.” He pauses after a couple of steps to listen for the telltale dull tinker of the tracking bell that’s strapped to the leg of Doyle, a 14-year-old male Harris hawk and one of the six birds he uses to hunt on the estate.

Falconer Chris Kennedy [NUVO]

"A dozen oysters are like refreshing, elegant little jewels on a hot July day," says April Bloomfield, the famed chef and proud ignorer of the rule that you should only eat oysters in months whose names contain the letter r. Avoiding oysters in the summer might have made sense before things like refrigeration and FedEx, but now they can be plucked from chilled waters and arrive shucked in front of customers without ever feeling the summer heat — meaning you should follow Bloomfield’s advice over any inherited wisdom you’ve heard in the past.
8 Oysters You Should Be Eating This Summer [NYM]
"A dozen oysters are like refreshing, elegant little jewels on a hot July day," says April Bloomfield, the famed chef and proud ignorer of the rule that you should only eat oysters in months whose names contain the letter r. Avoiding oysters in the summer might have made sense before things like refrigeration and FedEx, but now they can be plucked from chilled waters and arrive shucked in front of customers without ever feeling the summer heat — meaning you should follow Bloomfield’s advice over any inherited wisdom you’ve heard in the past.
8 Oysters You Should Be Eating This Summer [NYM]

"A dozen oysters are like refreshing, elegant little jewels on a hot July day," says April Bloomfield, the famed chef and proud ignorer of the rule that you should only eat oysters in months whose names contain the letter r. Avoiding oysters in the summer might have made sense before things like refrigeration and FedEx, but now they can be plucked from chilled waters and arrive shucked in front of customers without ever feeling the summer heat — meaning you should follow Bloomfield’s advice over any inherited wisdom you’ve heard in the past.

8 Oysters You Should Be Eating This Summer [NYM]

Last week I gave the new Russ & Daughters Cafe five out of five stars. I was bowled over by it. I’ve given places five stars before, starting with ABC Cocina and including Luksus and Bustan. In hindsight, as the bloom wears off, I’ve sometimes wondered if I was too generous or starry-eyed. Such is the life of a critic, or at least this critic, who tends to find himself more passionate than dispassionate.
Did I Give Russ & Daughters Five Stars Because of the Holocaust? [NYO]
Last week I gave the new Russ & Daughters Cafe five out of five stars. I was bowled over by it. I’ve given places five stars before, starting with ABC Cocina and including Luksus and Bustan. In hindsight, as the bloom wears off, I’ve sometimes wondered if I was too generous or starry-eyed. Such is the life of a critic, or at least this critic, who tends to find himself more passionate than dispassionate.
Did I Give Russ & Daughters Five Stars Because of the Holocaust? [NYO]

Last week I gave the new Russ & Daughters Cafe five out of five stars. I was bowled over by it. I’ve given places five stars before, starting with ABC Cocina and including Luksus and Bustan. In hindsight, as the bloom wears off, I’ve sometimes wondered if I was too generous or starry-eyed. Such is the life of a critic, or at least this critic, who tends to find himself more passionate than dispassionate.

Did I Give Russ & Daughters Five Stars Because of the Holocaust? [NYO]

For a Jew, “Am I bringing you a bagel or bialy?” is a blessing masked as a question. But coming from my waiter at Russ & Daughters Cafe, the new sit-down expansion of the legendary Russ and Daughters Appetizing Store, the query was especially benedictive.  Genesis on the Lower East Side [NYO] 
 
For a Jew, “Am I bringing you a bagel or bialy?” is a blessing masked as a question. But coming from my waiter at Russ & Daughters Cafe, the new sit-down expansion of the legendary Russ and Daughters Appetizing Store, the query was especially benedictive.  Genesis on the Lower East Side [NYO] 
 

For a Jew, “Am I bringing you a bagel or bialy?” is a blessing masked as a question. But coming from my waiter at Russ & Daughters Cafe, the new sit-down expansion of the legendary Russ and Daughters Appetizing Store, the query was especially benedictive. 
 
Genesis on the Lower East Side [NYO

 

It’s been hours since I had meat, a fennel-sausage from the Whole Foods breakfast bar. It’s been a day since I had my last burger, a dry-aged beauty with bloody rivulets from the Nomad Bar in New York City. And it’s been two days since I ate a 120-day aged tomahawk chop from Osteria Morini. I am a meat-eater, avowedly, virulently, and prodigiously.
Confessions of a Self-Loathing Carnivore [Eater]
It’s been hours since I had meat, a fennel-sausage from the Whole Foods breakfast bar. It’s been a day since I had my last burger, a dry-aged beauty with bloody rivulets from the Nomad Bar in New York City. And it’s been two days since I ate a 120-day aged tomahawk chop from Osteria Morini. I am a meat-eater, avowedly, virulently, and prodigiously.
Confessions of a Self-Loathing Carnivore [Eater]

It’s been hours since I had meat, a fennel-sausage from the Whole Foods breakfast bar. It’s been a day since I had my last burger, a dry-aged beauty with bloody rivulets from the Nomad Bar in New York City. And it’s been two days since I ate a 120-day aged tomahawk chop from Osteria Morini. I am a meat-eater, avowedly, virulently, and prodigiously.

Confessions of a Self-Loathing Carnivore [Eater]