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Meanwhile, the Times's Ligaya Mishan reports "pork vertigo" at Engeline’s Restaurant and Bakeshop, a Filipino restaurant in Woodside, Queens: "Advertised as pork knuckles, it turned out to be a whole pig hoof—again, deep fried—with a steak knife stabbed in, standing straight up. It was enormous. (You wouldn’t want to meet this pig in a dark alley.) The pork, when scraped off the bone, had a lush creamline of fat. It was the meal’s crowning glory." At the Village Voice, Robert Sietsema savors the pleasures of pork jowl at Quinto Quarto and says he hasn't had "such killer bucatini amatriciana ($11) since the last time I was in Rome."
The New Yorker's Lauren Collins files a truly inspired review of opulent Financial District latecomer SHO Shaun Hergatt, where her dinner is "fraught with awkwardness. First, there’s the name—better to pick another place than to have to mutter those clunky syllables on the phone to a date. Entering the restaurant, or trying to, is another exercise in embarrassment. A doorman at the Setai condominium points to an elevator. You get in, punch the button, nothing happens. Eventually, you may find yourself wandering the dark halls of the hotel, looking for another way up. At the restaurant’s reception, the unease persists. Why is the place both so vast and so empty?...The good news: while you’re wallowing in transitive anxiety, you can eat exceptionally well."
At New York, Adam Platt snuffs out Aureole, the shiny midtown iteration of star chef Charlie Palmer's Upper East Side destination. Giving it just one star out of five, Platt walks away with "the nagging sense, as dishes are cleared away and the hefty bill presented, that Mr. Palmer’s empire is an increasingly formulaic, impersonal place, and you’re just another body passing through." Yet the Post's Steve Cuozzo radically dissents, declaring that Aureole "has blossomed into something all-new... Who knew food could be this good around the corner from Times Square? But maybe more important is the way the new Aureole holds and becomes its setting."
And Jay Cheshes at Time Out drops four out of five stars on oh-so-charming West Village restaurant Joseph Leonard, where "there are hour-long waits virtually every night of the week. With flattering amber light and a preponderance of tables for two, the restaurant is, even more than the Little Owl, an ideal spot for a first or second date—assuming you’re in no hurry to eat."





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