“Yeah, man, it’s just Checkers all the way or deli cheeseburger, hot.”
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"The older I get, the more I don’t give a shit."
World-class Welsh rarebit and deep-fried Dogfish Head-infused Hop-Pickles.
Get ready for a "’50s-to-’70s California motel aesthetic."
A tour of the city's fried fowl — and a surprise winner!
The Commodore chef hired an underling to pose as him for a TV interview.
Plus: someone who wants to have babies at Momofuku Noodle Bar, and high prices at Mundo Café and Restaurant.
Plus: what to do with all that Greenmarket romaine, and a Southern feast at Aldea.
Plus: Gael Greene on the Plaza Food Hall, and Williamsburg's easily adored Commodore.
It's scorching hot and juicy with a craggy, ultracrisp crust that crackles resoundingly when you bite into it — the croissant of fried chickens.
The hallowed basement will come back to life.
Guess the name. Go ahead, guess.