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Prices are posted, generally by the pound, leaving you guessing as to how much that pretty red snapper will set you back. Before you order, your server escorts you to the fresh fish station, where the day’s catch is arrayed on ice-most of it imported from the Mediterranean. I haven’t been to Milos, but the service style at Limani corresponds to everything I’ve read about it, as well as how it used to be at Thalassa before they switched out the menu. And then you realize, for a luxury restaurant, it certainly is loud in here. The booths look luxurious, but on both my visits we were seated at a cramped two-top near the open kitchen. They’ve certainly nailed the atmosphere: 8,000 square feet of Aegean fantasy, with white seats, white marble tile, sheer curtains, and a reflecting pool that changes its hue on a cycle from blue to violet, and back again. The staff are pros at this, as there’s a sister Limani in Roslyn, NY, and much of the senior staff has worked for the Milos chain at some point. Limani, a newcomer in this genre, sailed into town last November. Other restaurants of its ilk have been more successful, including Estiatoria Milos in Midtown, which has survived good times and bad, despite final bill that is as punishing as it is unpredictable. A few years later, during the Great Recession, they switched to fixed-price entrées, and haven’t gone back. Soon after, I fell in love with Thalassa, despite an admittedly confusing price structure that was exactly what Cuozzo had complained about.Īlas, the broader public didn’t share my admiration for Thalassa. Until 2004, I was not familiar with Greek seafood restaurants that hawk fish by the pound, until the Post’s Steve Cuozzo called them out for the practice-with characterisic bile. As I write this, I’m feeling like I won’t miss it. Will the blog return after we’re settled in our new home? Surely not with the frequency it has been, and perhaps not at all. I still work in the city, and Pelham isn’t all that far away-one of the reasons we chose it. My wife and I intend to keep up our weekly Manhattan “date nights” (usually Wednesdays). One thing that hasn’t changed is the pleasure of dining out, which I love as much as ever. I think I’m going to enjoy dining out for its own sake, as it used to be: no more photos, no more “writing the review” in my head as I eat. If our impending move to the suburbs provides a convenient excuse, I might have reached the same decision in any event: the sense that food blogging had run its course (for me) was lingering in my mind even before we started house-hunting, although it certainly intensified after that. Something needs to be edited out, to make room for all that, and the blog is it.

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Yet, having created this tiny franchise in my little corner of the Internet, with a very small but nevertheless appreciative (and appreciated) core of loyal readers, for a long time I felt obliged to keep it going.īut my free time over the next several months will be increasingly taken up with a complex renovation, moving house, getting to know a new neighborhood, and a quite different lifestyle than I’ve been accustomed to. No one’s livelihood-and certainly not mine-depended on its existence. Of course, that burden was entirely self-imposed: this blog has never accepted advertising. In recent months, it has felt more like a burden, and less of the joy it originally was. I’ve posted 1,010 restaurant reviews in just over 11 years, which averages out to nearly two reviews per week, for roughly a decade. We intend to get every last day of city living that we can.īut now seems as good a time as any to put the blog on hiatus-a step I’ve been considering for a while.

We still own our NYC co-op, which is in contract, and won’t close until July or August.

We haven’t moved yet: the place is badly in need of renovation, which’ll happen a lot more quickly if our stuff isn’t in the way. Last week, my wife and I took possession of this beauty, a 3-story Tudor in Pelham, New York.

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