Fresh off the heels of Esquire’s Best Sandwiches in America comes Detail’s Best Breakfasts in America. We’re beginning to think that these features are a little played out. Since Alan Richman’s “The 20 Hamburgers You Must Eat Before You Die” spread in GQ last year, it seems every major man mag is looking to create its own Saveur 100, gathering up the most picturesque greasy spoons west of the Pecos. But who is going to get to all these places, anyway? And since they tend to be written by committee, why should we believe that they are good? They are fun to read, we’ll admit. And we don’t squawk at their only giving New York two picks (Barney Greengrass and Mei Lai Wah Coffee House). New York is a horrible breakfast town, where you can’t even get buttered toast, much less good shredded hash browns or scrapple.
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Fodor’s goes to the Tony Bourdain well today for the latest in their “Top Chef Travels” feature, and though it’s all probably stuff you’ve heard him enthuse about before (Barney Greengrass, Ssäm Bar, Del Posto), we did enjoy his curmudgeonly take on the city’s live-music scene: “I don't know which is worse: to be packed in a room with a lot of people half your age, in which case you feel like an idiot, or even worse, go see someone you've really loved for a long time, like Elvis Costello, and you look around and see all the other original fans and they're all old and hideous just like you.”
Top Chef Travels — Anthony Bourdain [Fodor's]
The Underground Gourmet expects nothing less than divine sandwich inspiration from Gabrielle Hamilton at Prune. After all, this is the woman who introduced Triscuits with sardines and Dijon mustard to fine dining — to say nothing of a brunch that's like a cross between Barney Greengrass and H.R. Pufnstuf. Now Hamilton has added a lunch menu to her superb repertoire, and the centerpiece is a bacon-and-marmalade-on-pumpernickel sandwich. Hamilton says it's an old suburban-Jersey-family favorite, but its roots may in fact be British — something an eccentric grouse hunter might bring along with him for sustenance on the shoot.