I think I've rarely enjoyed a Slate diary as much as I'm enjoying this latest one by Inigo Thomas, dissecting the movable feast of Bohemia, Old New York and the assorted pleasures and pains of island living, Manhattan-style. Simply a fantastic read.
"Few places relate to the life of New York as well as its restaurants. They come and go, like the city's inhabitants; they break up as fast as many of New York's couples, lasting barely a season; or they survive trying times and perhaps even grow old. There are restaurants for anniversaries; restaurants remembered for a first meeting of minds; restaurants never visited again, poisoned by food or a falling apart; restaurants for making things up after a rough phase."
Marvelous, through and through.