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Today Frank Bruni at the Times bestows two out of four stars on the Upper West Side Fatty Crab (photos/menu), an impressive rating for a casual restaurant. But Bruni just can't get enough of "the Fatty spirit, the culinary equivalent of a stoner’s foggy contentment...Are its flavors in fact too big, too unrelenting? What qualifies as a bold deployment of chilies and aiolis, and what’s just indiscriminate overkill? Many a meal at Fatty Crab raises those questions and walks a fine line, but pretty much every time I began to doubt the kitchen’s care and skill, something came along to restore my belief."

A reader tells us that the notoriously loud and trendy Delicatessen in Soho was closed this morning, sealed off with police tape, and crawling with cops. Along with the photo, he writes: "To the left of the two cops is a distraught manager-type telling me not to take pictures."

You'll recall that neighbors living near the revoltingly trendy Delicatessen in Soho are getting really fed up with all the obnoxious tools blathering through the night, with one man going so far as to urinate down onto the roof, which is part glass. Could this be the same scold who led a near-riot last night, according to this priceless email sent to Eater by one witness? "Some young super-angry dude storms up to the bar and starts laying into the bartending staff screaming shit like, 'Fuck you!!! Fuck your restaurant!!! Fuck your hipstery little patrons who think they are so fucking cool!!! People fucking live on this block!!! I can hear these people screaming outside my fucking apartment all fucking night!!!'" The situation escalated "when a bunch of people in the apartments above the sidewalk tables simultaneously dumped buckets of water down on the people dining below." Worse, it wasn't even sparkling water!

Here, pour yourself a morning cup o' contempt, courtesy Frank Bruni's review of Delicatessen (pictured), the overpriced, overcrowded Soho comfort food lounge where tools and over-privileged scenesters flock to judge each other. (You know, the place that's driving neighbors to urinate on it.) After conceding that "this seriously mediocre but ingeniously conceived restaurant" isn't catering to epicures, but rather "night crawlers looking for foodstuffs that double as alcohol sponges," Bruni decides that "many of these dishes are clever, but their execution is usually matter of fact and sometimes quite sloppy...How to pass the time? During dinner I enjoyed watching the Delicatessen pirouette, a 360-degree spin some patrons perform on the way to their seats, allowing them to appraise the room fully and be fully appraised by it."

Today the Times's Frank Bruni has kind words for Nolita newcomer Elizabeth, which "has its problems, annoyances and confusions...and it still doesn’t seem entirely sure of what it wants to be...But it also has an adventurous, sometimes silly spirit that’s winning in its way." (Note the skull pictured here.) "My waitress’s outfit one night (scary knee-high boots with a skimpy black satin dress) made me wonder if she was poised to mete out cocktails or lashes." And the desserts! The rice krispy treats "function as shovels for an unexpected chocolate and peanut butter fondue with a hood of toasted marshmallow. It’s dessert as gooey spadework and dessert as regression therapy, taking you back to a childhood of Reese’s and s’mores."

A resident who lives above the swank new NoLita restaurant Delicatessen has gotten so sick of the noise coming from the lounge below that they have begun urinating on its glass roof. Residents who live above the Lafayette Street nightspot that opened in July have filed numerous complaints that the glass roof does not do a good enough job of containing noise. According tot he NY Post though, only one has decided to fight back with nightly golden showers. The Post says that whoever is peeing on the roof is unidentified, yet they have resident Mickey Campbell quoted as calling Delicatessen patrons "f---ing wankers" and "yuppies, yuppies, yuppies" and then have him pose in a yellow shirt next to the sign another resident put up asking the guilty party to stop. He then says, "I didn't do it. But I think it's damn funny, whoever did do it."

Delicatessen: Opening last night in SoHo, this snazzy new restaurant/lounge from the owners of Cafeteria had a soft-opening Thursday with an Interview Magazine party. Grub Street reports: “There’s not much new about the sleek surfaces, backlit back bar, and the cabinlike (odoriferous!) wood panels upstairs, but we were wowed by the square, eight-table room downstairs, where there’s a D.J. booth, a wall mural by José Heredia, and a sunroof offering a view of the tenement buildings above.” Chef Doron Wong’s cosmopolitan comfort food menu ranges from a breakfsast-time Delicatessen Benedict, made with pastrami and spicy spinach hollandaise sauce, to Matzoh Ball Chicken Soup and Cheeseburger Spring Rolls for dinner. 54 Prince Street, (212) 226-0211.