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We've visited Bussaco, the new Park Slope restaurant in the old fire station across the street from the Park Slope Food Co-op, twice so far: right after it opened, and then again a few weeks later, just to be sure that it was as spectacular as we remembered it. (And to try again to reverse engineer their spectacular maple creme caramel!)

This week Frank Bruni at the Times reviews Double Crown, the new bi-level restaurant and bar in the East Village that, in his words, "ponders the glories of culinary cross-pollination, making a promise of 'British-Indio-Asian' fusion that sounds more like a threat, given that it’s a two-hyphen fusion and that one of the words bumping up against one of the hyphens is 'British.' And isn’t India in Asia? Note to self: bone up on world geography... Its take on British imperialism goes something like this: Sure, foreign lands were plundered and indigenous peoples oppressed, but think of the snacks!" Bruni bestows two stars for not taking "its pledged fusing too seriously or executing it too strenuously."

Everyone is going apeshit over soup. Even Restaurant Girl is clamoring for chowder’s moment. Earlier this week she reviewed Bussaco, a new Park Slope spot: "Eating the crab chowder at Bussaco makes me wonder why chowder isn't more popular," she writes. "Was there a chowder trend? Did I miss it? Why don't we have one now?" Crab chowder with “Old Bay puffs" is $14 at Bussaco (dinner only).
• At 6 o'clock on the dot last Saturday night, the line at Brooklyn dumpling HQ Eton looked like the buildup outside of an Engelbert Humperdinck concert. Eton has officially put away its shaved ice (or "shave ice," according to people who have been to Hawaii) contraptions and brought on noodle soups for the winter. $12 buys you a quart of soy-laced broth filled with knobby, spätzle-like noodles and a hunk of braised short rib on top.
• For a blowout media preview the week before last that would have effectively put an end to all food restaurant blogs in NYC if everyone in the place had been kidnapped, Ippudo unveiled six seasonal ramen soups, including Tiger Tan Tan Men, which was excellent, and is seen here: a big bowl of rich, tasty pork broth stirred with sesame paste, smoky pork sausage bits, and fresh noodles. Lunch only throughout November; $12.
• Alex Ureña, he of the secret take-out lunch menu at Pamplona, is quietly offering two deluxe soups: Wild mushroom with goat cheese toast and crispy cremini mushrooms, for $15, and sopa de calabaza, a butternut squash soup with manchego foam and Serrano ham.

Of course, the big thing on everyone's minds this morning is Frank Bruni's review of Bobo, a Greenwich Village restaurant as maligned for its food as it is adored for its ambiance. Well, after a long night of suspense and speculation, Bruni has made his announcement: one star, and considerable praise for Patrick Connolly, the restaurant's third chef in a year. "In fact a few of his dishes — his appetizers, at least — manage to steal attention from the votive candles lining the dark, narrow staircase up to the main dining room and that room’s droopy lighting fixtures, which bring to mind gargantuan glass jellyfish." But when a waiter upsells Bruni into a $115 Burgundy, he finds himself "wishing that Bobo was a little less bourgeois and a little more bohemian."