New York has some of the best beaches on the Atlantic seacoast, with every borough but Manhattan sporting at least one. But exposing yourself to sand and surf also engenders a commensurate need to wolf something down—whether a full-blown picnic, some fried clams from a kiosk, or a more elab...

Cody Carlson had no way of preparing for this moment. He was a Manhattan kid, days removed from working as an analyst for a business-intelligence firm, where he scrutinized corporations and their executives.

Now he was standing in a bleak barn at New York's largest dairy farm.

Th...

Fried chicken and waffles seem like an odd pairing, as if somebody were trying to cram dinner and breakfast into a single meal. Which is just how it originated in the late 1940s at Wells' Restaurant in Harlem. At this celebrated wee-hours hang for jazz musicians after their gigs, jam sessions wer...

Here is a bowl of New England clam chowder ($15), the stock, thickened with potato, a silky conduit for the flavors of clams, bacon, and bay leaf, served with a bowl of "oyster crackers." You know this dish, but there are those silly quotation marks, relics of menu-writing, reminding you that thi...

For 30 years this space hummed along as Café de Bruxelles, occupying a West Village building shaped like a wedge of brie. Back then, the interior was stark white, decorated with jagged Constructivist artworks. Lace curtains hung in the windows, allowing customers at the bar to see a filmy ...