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While we're always on the hunt for both the new and the unfamiliar in New York's kitchens, we also have standby favorite restaurants. One place we find ourselves returning to over and over again is Bedford Street's 'Ino, the sliver of a cafe and wine bar specializing in panini, tramezzini, bruschetta and a laundry list of wines (mostly Italian), with a handful available by the glass or half-bottle. Intimacy comes to mind in a space almost entirely lit by candles and because the room is so small, patrons must get up in domino effect when new customers arrive. The menu is made for mixing and matching -- salads and soups, bruschetta topped with various cheeses, meats, vinegars, and vegetables, and of course the panini (hot pressed sandwiches) and tramezzini (crustless sandwiches on white bread).

An article in today’s Post reports on West Village rancor surrounding Chumley’s, the legendary Bedford Street speakeasy that’s been closed since April after an interior wall collapsed during repair work. But while the Post drops the name of the building’s managing agent, one Margaret Streicker Porres, they fail to point out that the notorious Porres was declared one of the 10 worst landlords of ’06 by the Village Voice. (Pull quote: "When Porres bought the building two years ago, I allowed her into my apartment to measure and look around. I thought, she's a young woman, what's the harm? Little did I know I was measuring my coffin.")

Market Table -- Mike Price, formerly of the Mermaid Inn has partnered with the Little Owl's Joey Campanaro and Gabriel Stulman, moved into the former Shopsins space and created a market/restaurant where, among other things, they'll be selling the kick-ass pork chops served at the Little Owl so you can attempt to re-create them at home. The market portion is in the soft-opening stage, and the restaurant is due to open the week of September 11. 54 Carmine at Bedford Street. (212) 255-2100.

The Department of Buildings says that 86 Bedford Street, aka the building that houses the pub and former speakeasy during the Prohibition era, is secure as contractors have "contractors shored up the building". A construction crew was doing interior work at Chumley's - without a permit - and a chimney collapsed, imperiling the wall and causing residents in the building and nearby to be evacuated.

After reports of an unstable wall and possible demolition, it looks like the Bedford Street building that houses the bar Chumley's is staying up. But the Department of Buildings must determine whether the building is secure. The owners' construction contractors were doing illegal work: Though they applied for permits, the DOB hadn't approved them yet.

Chumley's, the famous former speakeasy in Greenwich Village, is in danger of collapsing. One of the building's walls at 86 Bedford Street became unstable and the FDNY was dispatched to the scene. The wall was considered to be "compromised" and apparently people were evacuated from surrounding buildings.

Pizza may be one of humankind’s oldest recipes. The idea of taking a flat disk of dough and baking it quickly with a little topping is an ancient one. Versions appear in cuisines around the world. There’s focaccia from Italy, socca from France, naan from India. But one often overlooked cousin is zaatar bread, a snack usually associated with Palestine, Israel, and Lebanon.

Weekend mornings are oft synonymous with brunch, the ever-transcendent meal that allows you both sweet and savory. On the Northeast corner of Grove & Bedford Streets in the West Village, chef Joey Campanaro and business partner Gabriel Stulman invite you to their two-weeks-old brunch menu inside the wainscotted, 28-seat, gold-tin ceiling nook, Little Owl. Though Gothamist first visited for dinner on opening night, we decided to go back to see if brunch was up to par. Paper menus stamped with a stencil of an owl offer a list of simple, but elegant entrees which arrive a la carte. Blueberry corn pancakes ($7) are delicately thin, stacked 4-high and dusted with powdered sugar. Buttery sweet, wild blueberries and fresh corn stud throughout; warm vanilla-infused corn syrup accompanies. The asparagus reuellta ($8) marries fresh asparagus, the mandatory protein of early-morning eggs, and jamon serrano, neatly centered on a large white plate, while a mushroom omelette ($11) arrives with parmesan and seasonal summer truffles. Though the accoutrements of the diner-like hungryman's brunch are absent from Campanaro's menu (formerly of the Harrison, the Red Cat) you can order applewood smoked bacon, asparagus home fries, and fruit salad on the side. A nouveau American style reverberates through seasonal and farm-fresh ingredients which Campanaro uses both simply and well. Campanaro mans the kitchen while Stulman keeps customers happy with dual roles as waiter and conversationalist, boldly recommending that next time, we should really come back for dinner.

The team behind Landmarc brings us Ditch Plains, billed as a Hamptons style clam shack. Sure the menu features fried clams, fresh oysters, a lobster roll with crispy sweet potato chips, and a grilled catch of the day (last night it was the best grilled red snapper we've ever had, hands down), but without looking at the menu, you'd have no clue about the origin of the restaurant's name (a surf spot in Montauk), save for two flat screen monitors showing surfing videos peeking out of the sleek bar.

Anyone who has ever worked in a bar will tell you that Thanksgiving is one of their busiest days of the year- what they don't tell you is that the day, like Black Friday, also begins the Christmas drinking. We thought that there was no better place to start drowning the sorrows that sing Christmas carols than at a bar so festooned with tinsel and lights, it actually makes us wonder if they are hiding elves. From the windows filled with Nutcrackers and angels posed in from of domestic beer signs, to the tiny Christmas trees on every table and the tinsel hanging off every ceiling fan there isn't an inch of the place that doesn't look like the holiday exploded all over it. Our favorite table had a mini-pointsettia jockeying for space with a selection of Quikdraw lottery forms, right under the Budweiser digital clock.

Jack O'Brien, Cracked.com