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• Fried chicken and childhood at williamsburg's new sweet chick restaurant
  Want to be a kid again? eat waffles for dinner and cookies from a cookie jar? read from a colorful chalkboard and devour ritz cracker-crusted mac ‘n’ cheese? when you walk into sweet chick - williamsburg’s new and first-ever “refined” southern spot – you are signing on to an evening of childhood, with a twist. dishes “grow up” fast, when your waffles are mixed with bacon and cheddar and topped with sweet tea-brined fried chicken, and gin fizz is added to your cup of welch’s grape juice. in an evening (depending on perspective) , you become either a buzzed and greasy-fingered five-year-old, or that really cool teenager you always wanted to be. at sweet chick, it’s a win-win.
• Cake in a cup: happening at the new bee's knees baking co.
  Cake‎ in a cup. more specifically, layered cakes in cups filled with ingredients like salted caramel, milk chocolate ganache, peanut butter mousse, and raspberry honey jam – even bourbon cake. which is fitting considering the individualized cup portions are bourbon glass-sized, and slightly intoxicating (i’m looking at you, honey bourbon cake) . so of course, these cake cups are becoming a thing in the west village, where they’re being sold at the recently-opened bee’s knees baking co. and with appearances at the victoria’s secret fashion show, the jade hotel, and hundreds of weddings, the bee’s knees cake cup phenomenon is turning cupcakes on its head, and off its frosted, regal throne.
• Emm group's the general launches new bakery today
  The general, emm group’s latest asian restaurant on bowery, gets even newer with today’s opening of its bakery. and while this is a charming update on the sweets front, the announcement becomes positively electrifying with the introduction of two menu items: world, meet the cereal-inspired donut and the breakfast pretzel bomb.
• Six texans walk into bar amá...
  Unless you’re from texas, few people in los angeles can accurately describe the regional cuisine known as “tex-mex.” for those who have never eaten it, the name sounds like some imaginative fusion of leftovers. a smoky bbq burrito, perhaps. maybe a fried butter quesadilla? tex-mex is jokingly misconstrued as an americanized bastardization of mexican food by the loud and proud lone star state. this is probably due to the prevalence of yellow cheese in many of its most popular dishes, from enchiladas to the notoriously gooey and addictive chili con queso—not cheese with hormel, folks, but jalapenos and serranos. in reality, tex-mex is a culinary category unto itself, a subset of mexican food, like cajun cuisine is to southern food. you’d probably never find decent crawfish étouffée in the soup section of a deep southern home cooking diner off the interstate in alabama, much like you’d never find signature tex-mex dishes on the menu of a mexican restaurant in california. tex-mex is specific and difficult to replicate, and as any of the thousands of texan transplants in los angeles will lament: there is no real tex-mex in los angeles.
• Latin love: la pulperia comes to hell's kitchen
  On a stretch of west 46th street where elderly tourists in oversized jackets stuff every window frame, one might hope that latin newcomer la pulperia can remain a gem just hidden enough. two weeks after opening the signage has yet to go up outside, and the staff are in playful debate about whether to keep it that way. the door marked 371 is well worth seeking out, especially if partaking in co-owner victor medina’s tequila offerings won’t compromise, i don’t know, your evening plans with another revival of sister act.
• Seattle bar promises 'ass kickings' for anyone in google glasses
  Seattle‎ bar the 5 point has proactively banned google glasses from the premises, warning on their facebook page, "ass kickings will be encouraged for violators.
• Waiters and sommeliers really need to learn the devil horns trick
  I caught an interesting news item today that made me think about how things ought to be done in restaurants. a california couple was upset with zibibbo, a pan-mediterranean restaurant in palo alto, over a bottle of wine. during a recent dinner, the husband pointed to a bottle on the wine list, thinking he was ordering a 2009 barbera d'alba from piedmont, italy, which cost $52. the waitress apparently thought he was pointing to a different bottle, a 1996 ornellaia masseto tenuta dell merlot, which goes for a much stiffer $400. she brought the pricey merlot to the table, the man eyeballed it casually, as many non-oenophiles do, and gave the go-ahead. the waitress opened the bottle and poured. when the bill came, the couple was shocked to see a $400 bottle of wine that they didn't order. they complained to management, which declined (at the time) to reduce or remove the charge. after all, they had approved it. but was the waitress right to bring the expensive bottle without making sure it's what they really wanted? didn't she have a kernel of doubt that the couple really wanted a $400 bottle? there's no way to know without giving her a truth serum, which is why every waiter and sommelier needs to learn the devil horns trick.
• Pig and khao launches brunch: the hit dishes
  It all started with the chocolate and bacon rice pudding at pig and khao: a multi-layered filipino treat of sticky rice, coconut milk, whole milk, and chocolate, topped with bacon bits. one rice and pork-filled scoop, and i vowed to never let a silly thing like “healthfulness” or “but i’m going out later” be a concern on the weekends. why? because the thai and filipino spot pig and khao has just launched their weekend brunch, and with a name that translates to “mountains of rice and pig” in thai, there’s just no time for any thought besides "bring on the bacon.
• Los angeles openings: don't tell mama, casa nostra and bludso's on la brea
  Oh, the joys of expansion! that's the theme of this week in los angeles, thanks to the number of new openings of establishments that already exist. in west hollywood, don't tell mama recently opened its doors. if you're a gay new yorker (preferably of the older, rich, white male variety) , you'll recognize this iconic cabaret landmark in hell's kitchen known for a flamboyant singer behind a piano. you won't feel out of place at the new west hollywood outpost, which serves the same stiff cocktails and provides a gentleman-ish crowd with a piano used for all sorts of entertainment, including patrons having the chance to get on stage and have their own american idol moment. there's an adjoining dining room serving american dishes like lamb chops and chicken for those who want to make a night out of it.