If New York is a body, the Hudson Valley is its heart—literally and symbolically. Not only do the region’s farms produce the oxygen and nutrients we need to function, they are also synonymous with the ...

Ten years ago, when Williamsburg was well on its gentrification journey but was still without an Apple Store, the Four Horsemen opened on Grand Street and changed what wine could be. Originally a ...

On a scale from one to wild, the contemporary cocktail garnish is hard to place. At present, your drink—regardless of what, exactly, you’ve ordered—seems just as likely to arrive topped with a tidy ...

There was a time when you could judge a coffee shop by the menu. The best cafés had the simplest drinks, with nothing more baroque on offer than a latte—and even that was treated with some snobby ...

Let’s face it: the American food system is in a precarious place right now. Between egg shortages, skyrocketing prices, and never-ending product recalls, shopping for healthy, affordable, delicious ...

David Carrell, one of the three cofounders of People’s Pops, is standing in his office talking a mile a minute about the four-year-old company’s many irons in the fire—a new Park Slope retail shop, ...

Melissa Clark flashes her characteristically broad grin before scattering skinny onion crescents into a scathing-hot skillet in the kitchen of her Prospect Heights brownstone. Immediately the slices ...

These days Brooklynites brag about our triple-threat of craft whiskey distillers, báhn mì sausages at the Meat Hook and the salted caramel dark chocolate brownies perfected by Baked, but such edible ...

Brooklyn’s only meadery sits a few hundred feet from the east branch of Newtown Creek, a Superfund site—thanks to its high concentration of polluted metals, polychlorinated biphenyls and polycyclic ...

I’ve spent most of my Christmases in Northern California, celebrated with persimmon pudding and a drive to the beach. But when I moved to New York in 2006, I stopped going home for Christmas. I began ...

At the intersection of Atlantic Avenue and Saratoga Avenue in Brownsville, there exists a direct portal to the old South, or at least to its foodways. On one corner, a large hand-lettered sign mounted ...

There isn’t much that makes Andrew Tarlow sweat. Case in point: it’s just before dinner at Marlow & Sons, one of his trailblazing restaurants in the shadow of the Williamsburg Bridge, and the green ...