IN THIS ISSUE
EATING AROUND ARTHUR AVENUE
IN THE BRONX
By John Mariani
NEW YORK CORNER
EMPIRE STEAKHOUSE
By John Mariani
ANOTHER VERMEER
CHAPTER TEN
By John Mariani
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On this week's episode of my WVOX
Radio Show "Almost Golden," on Wed. March
9 at 11AM EST,I will be
interviewing the Sinanaj Brothers,owners
of several of NYC's best steakhouse
(Empire reviewed below). Go to: WVOX.com.
The episode will also be archived at: almostgolden.
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EATING
AROUND ARTHUR AVENUE
IN THE BRONX
By John Mariani
The pandemic hit the Bronx’s Arthur
Avenue neighborhood restaurants as hard as any,
but, as ever, they survive and in many cases are
again thriving, not least because they cater to
an extraordinary number of regulars—many of them
former Bronxites, now living in the ‘burbs—who
come back for the kind of comfort food and
comforting hospitality that has long
distinguished this Italian-American enclave. And the food has never beenbetter,
for while the cooking is still predominantly
southern Italian, a glance at the day’s specials
will find a wide range of regional cucina
all’Italiana supported by first-rate
ingredients, many purchased right there from the
street’s market vendors and bakeries. Also of significance is the influx over the
past two decades of eastern Europeans from
Albania, Croatia and elsewhere who have added
measurably to the neighborhood’s appeal and opened
their own restaurants, which I shall be writing of
in the near future. In the past I have lauded wonderful places
like Tra di Noi, San Gennaro, Zero Otto Nove and
Mario’s, so now let me treat some of those
I have not, all of which have evolved into much
better restaurants than they were even five years
ago.
ROBERTO’S
603
Crescent Avenue
718-733-9503
Roberto Paciullo was
born under a benevolent star. Almost all of his
ventures have succeeded, including two restaurants
on Arthur Avenue, two in Westchester and one in
Manhattan (four under the Zero Otto Nove banner).
But his flagship is Roberto’s, now open fifteen
years, and actually around the corner from Arthur
Avenue. It’s
a handsome, two-level place with a wine list of
enormous breadth and depth. Coming from a family
of eleven kids, Roberto is not about to skimp on
his portions, and, although his menu prices are
slightly higher than elsewhere in the
neighborhood, it’s because his food is quite
different, quite seasonal and based on expensive
ingredients no one
else is using. One dish, seemingly ubiquitous these days,
shows how distinctive Roberto’s fare is: A bulb of
cream-filled burrata
mozzarella comes slightly cold, and when you cut
into it and the cream flows, it does so onto a
plate of cooked sweet shrimp. At first I thought
the burrata was mistakenly served cold until I
tasted it against the warmth of the shrimp, which
was magnificent. There
is a printed menu with plenty of dishes unique to
the kitchen, including the always signature radiatore
pasta with porcini,
cherry tomatoes and breadcrumbs steamed inside tin
foil (in
cartoccio), but regulars know to consult the
blackboard menu for the day’s specials, which are
always going to live up to that name. One day
for lunch there was a fabulous dish of a large raviolo stuffed
with rich mortadella and topped with butter and
Parmigiano ($23). Another that same day was a
plate of tubettini
with clams, octopus and fava beans ($$26).
Fettuccine with black truffles ($44) is as simple
as a comfort dish can be. In the Italian tradition, Roberto keeps
main courses simple, like coniglio a
doppia cottura ($28.95), a grilled half
rabbit sauteed with fragrant rosemary, spinach,
potatoes and carrots, and a breaded veal chop pan
fried with tomato sauce and melted mozzarella
($41.95). There are good desserts in the Arthur
Avenue restaurants, but most are purchased. At
Roberto’s the cannolo is
a
thing of beauty, made with two cookie wafers
sandwiching a big dollop of pastry cream laced
with chocolate sauce ($9).
ENZO’S
2339 Arthur
Avenue
718-733-4455
Enzo’s is certainly
one of the best-looking restaurant son Arthur
Avenue, having been updated a few years ago and
extended to include a fine marble counter and bar,
with French doors open to the street. The tables
are set with white cloths, the
brick wall is charming and the staff
knowledgeable, led by Maria DeRende, whose husband
Enzo died last year, and partner Ralph Martucci. Whatever
pasta you order, especially in springtime when
basil is at its best, the potato gnocchi ($19) at
Enzo’s is a revelation of careful cooking to make
sure the texture of the dumplings and the verdant,
intense pesto sauce meld perfectly. In fact,
Enzo’s does wonders with gnocchi, as in a special
of saffron potato dumplings with baby shrimp
and sun-dried tomatoes ($ 34.95). The pasta alla
carbonara ($19.95) is true Roman style with
egg and guanciale. The eggplant sacchetto ($14.95) puts
to shame all those pre-cooked, steamy versions,
instead providing you with a large portion of
sweet, velvety eggplant in a rich tomato sauce
with cheeses melting within and on top. Enzo’s
version of chicken scarpariello is called alla
calabrese, cooked to order on the bone with
big chunks of sausage; at lunch it’s a bargain
dish at $15.95. They also render good, thin-crusted pizzas
($13.95 and up) at Enzo’s, which make a good lunch
or snack at the bar with a Peroni beer. With
springtime near, Enzo’s is one of the most
charming al fresco dining experiences on the
street.
DOMINICK’S
2335 Arthur Avenue
718-733-2807
Dominick’s will never
win any points for its décor, which aside from old
tables set with old oilclothand
chairs verging on the antique, is pretty much
non-existent. Some would say that’s part of the
restaurant’s unpretentious charm and non-nonsense
ambiance, which extends to the staff whose usual
greeting is, “How many in your party?” and doesn’t
get much cheerier. Not too many years ago, Dominick’s was cast
by ill-informed and bigoted snob critics at the New York
Times and New York
magazine as a place where gawking out-of-towners
could go to get a taste of a Sopranos
episode, with people expecting to see a bunch of
goombahs sitting around planning a heist. Instead
the clientele was always more locals and tourists
from New Canaan and Short Hills, along with
devoted local regulars. The crowd now seems to be
more regulars and a few Saturday tourists with a Time-Out
guidebook in hand. It’s a small room with a small bar and a
wine list that is a choice of red or white (and
they do push the expensive Brunello). There is a menu somewhere, but your waiter
will yell you what’s on special that day in a
desultory recitation about a couple of antipasti,
a couple of pastas and a couple of main courses,
which is similar to the way it’s done in trattoria
in Italy, and you can be sure the day’s offerings
have just been made that morning. I
recommend with gusto a perfectly tender stuffed
roast artichoke ($15), whose leaves you dip into
olive oil with a little salt and pepper and nibble
on till the pastas arrive. So, too, mussels alla marinara
($18) isa
good choice. The pastas are
rustic, hearty and the portions large. One day it
might be an oval platter of linguine topped with
an abundance of tender calamari (above) in
tomato sauce; on another paccheri
in a chili-spiked arrabbiata -style
sauce ($18). I do wish they served their linguine
with clams in the shell, but the ziti with
broccoli di rape and sausage ($22) is one of the
best on the street. For main courses the usual veal dishes are
available, and the chicken alla
scarpariello with tomatoes, peppers and
garlic ($21) is hearty and worthwhile.Dominick’s
is one of the few restaurants still serving tripe
in tomato sauce ($21), and on Sunday only they
serve lasagna ($19), pork braciola
($19; left) and eggplant rollatine
($19). Be aware that
Dominick’s only accepts cash (there’s a bank with
an ATM up the block), and somehow, whenever I go
and whatever I eat and drink, the bill always
comes out to about $65 per person.
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NEW YORK CORNER
EMPIRE
STEAKHOUSE
159 East 51st
Street
212-582-6900
By
John Mariani
Time was when New York was awash in
glamorous supper clubs whose food mattered less
than their swank: the Hawaiian Room with hula
girls; the Persian Room with two dance
orchestras; El Morocco, with its famous zebra
stripe banquettes; and Versailles, which had a
rhumba band led by Desi Arnaz, a palm reader
named Doris and guest stars onstage like Bob
Hope, Martin and Lewis and the incomparable
Edith Piaf. When the
appeal of such soigné watering holes wore thin in
the 1960s, the premises were either closed or
recast as more serious restaurants. Versailles’
operators, Nick Prounis
and Arnold Rossfield, ran into federal tax
troubles and between the afternoon and evening
service shuttered the place and sold the
building. After several more owners Versailles has
now become a first-class steakhouse with all its
former trappings intact, not least a mural of Piafherself
belting out her Parisian street songs. The Empire Steakhouse is run by the
redoubtable Sinanaj brothers, Montenegrin
immigrants who rose through the ranks of New York
restaurants to make their dream of bankrolling
their own a reality. Now, Jeff and Russ, Jeff and
Jack Sinanaj (right) have two Empires
in New York (and one in Japan), as well as Jack’s
Steakhouse in Manhattan and Chazz Palminteri’s
Ristorante in White Plains. Empire’s
East Side branch has a stunning bar and lounge up
front, then you enter upon a vast room ringed with
tufted gray velvetbanquettes above what was once the dance
floor, now filled with spacious, well-set dining
tables.The
lighting is fine, especially on the white
tablecloths that show off guests and food at their
best. The wine list is extremely comprehensive for
any connoisseur’s taste (though the wine glasses
are thick-lipped), and the service staff, as at
all the Sinanaj restaurants, is never officious,
always cordial and fast-paced. t’s
a big menu in the generous American tradition of
steaks and chops houses, beginning with an array
of seafood appetizers that include jumbo shrimp
cocktail ($27.95) and jumbo lump crab meat
cocktail ($27.95), and they’re not kidding when
they say “jumbo.” The “Empire’s Hot Platter” of
shrimp scampi, stuffed mushrooms and baked clams
is a good buy at $27.95, as is the sesame seared
tuna ($27.95), which is beautifully seasoned and
very, very fresh. Grilled octopus is first rate,
served over creamy white bean purée with garlic
and chili oil ($26.95). The Maryland crab cake
with roasted pepper sauce ($27) comes as a rather
flat browned patty. Perfectly crisp fried calamari
($19.95) are excellent, and, yes, they offer
sizzling Canadian bacon by the slice ($8.95). There are three soups, French onion
($13.95), lobster bisque (($19.95) and one of the
day ($12.95), as well as several seafood pastas
that include a bountiful item called “A Bronx
Tail” ($59.95), piled with abundant lobster tail
meat, clams, shrimp and a light spicy tomato sauce
over housemaid fettuccine. The options for beef are myriad, all made
from USDA Prime, from a porterhouse for two
($127.95) that will easily feed three, which is
another option at $191.95 or for four at $255.95.
There’s steak au poivre made with filet mignon
($62.95), a sirloin ($60.95) and the now popular
tomahawk ribeye with bone ($135.95), as well as a
Cajun bone-in ribeye ($70.95). The menu also now
offers American wagyu, if you’re fond of that
overrated beef. If you prefer lamb, there is a
generous double rack with brown mint sauce
($57.95), though I wish they still bought American
rather than Australian lamb. Like
most New York steakhouses, the kitchen at Empire
does well by seafood like broiled Chilean sea bass
($47.95). The steak fries ($13.95) and home fries
($14.95) are the best sides. Desserts, made
in house, are enormous and a table of four need
only order two. Of particular interest are the
apple strudel, the chocolate lava cake, the pecan
pie and the crème brûlée, which go with a long
list of dessert wines. Empire’s 30-page wine list is rich in every
category, with 22 wines
by the glass of both red and white, most at a very
reasonable $16.50, along with a slew of
half-bottles, magnums and large format bottles
that offer the best value on the list. Great to
see New York State labels along with a Montenegrin
red called Plantaze Vranac. The
Sinanaj brothers’ Empire Steakhouse on the West
Side, with the same menu, is ideal for
pre-theater. But the East Side Empire presents a
unique and historic venue whose swank and glamor
makes women want to dress accordingly. Men: Pay
attention!
Note: NYC Health Dept.
rules require both staff and guests 12 or older
to show proof they have received at least one
dose of a COVID-19 vaccine.
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ANOTHER VERMEER
By John Mariani
To read previous
chapters of ANOTHER VERMEER, go to thearchive
CHAPTER TEN
The receptionist in Steve Wynn’s outer
office in The Mirage Hotel-Casino could
not have been more cordial, telling Katie and
David, “Mr. Wynn is on a conference call, but he
should be off in five minutes.” Katie wore a camel-colored skirt and white
blouse, David his blazer, now with a printed tie
whose style had gone sour about ten years before. Steve Wynn’s offices in his casino were not
what Katie had expected. She thought it would be
off-white brocade wallpaper and gold étagères full
of awards trophies. But, except for a couple of
travel industry award plaques, it was spare.Katie
did not know much about Wynn, but recalled a 1980s
TV commercial for his Golden Nugget casino in
which he appeared
walking through a palatial suite to be met by
Frank Sinatra, wearing a lavender sports coat.Wynn
introduces himself and Sinatra takes out a wad of
cash, hands Wynn a few bills, and says, “You see I
get enough towels,” then walks away.Wynn
looks wide-eyed at the cameras and says, “Towels?” It was a funny, very successful ad and
seemed to meet everybody’s image of Vegas back
then. He even did a follow-up, again with Sinatra,
this time pinching Wynn’s cheek, saying, “You’re
awright, baby.” Five minutes ticked by and the door to
Wynn’s office opened. “Come in, come in, sorry to keep you
waiting. Crazy morning, calls coming in from New
York and Atlantic City.” David glanced at Wynn’s trousers to see how
sharp the crease was, remembering how the DeNiro
character (below) in the movie Casino—said
to
be based on Frank Rosenthal, who ran the
Stardust—hung his pants in his office closet so as
not to wrinkle the crease and only put them on
when he had a visitor. Wynn’s dark blue suit was as crisp and
well-tailored as any Katie’d ever seen. White
shirt with a blue tie with a subtle stripe, silver
cuff links, highly polished loafers. His jet black
hair looked as if he’d just gotten out of a
stylist’s chair, his tan was even but not looking
made up, as did Wayne Newton’s. Katie noticed Wynn
had perfectly buffed fingernails. Wynn’s office was much like the outer
office, a large, unadorned desk free of clutter
but with photos of his wife Elaine and his kids,
and walls hung—though not covered—with shots of
Wynn and myriad celebrities he knew and catered
too, including several with Sinatra. “So, I hear
you want to speak to me about my art collection?”
asked Wynn, already looking at his Breitling
watch. He’d been well informed as to who his
visitors were and Wynn rarely missed an
opportunity to talk about his art or his casinos.
He figured on fifteen minutes for the interview. Katie said, “First, thank you for seeing us
this morning, and yes, we do want to speak with
you about your collection and about the so-called
‘new Vegas’ you’re building.” “That I can do,” he replied, his deep voice
showing no trace of an East Coast accent (he was
born in New Haven). “Do you mind if I record our conversation?”
asked Katie. Wynn shook his head and said, “Fine, unless
I ask you to turn it off for some reason.” “Fair enough.” “And this is Mr. Greco? He also works for
your magazine?” Katie had told David not to brandish his
police background. “He’s my researcher,” said Katie,
immediately popping an unrelated question.“So,
first of all, is it fair to say you are a
billionaire?” Wynn laughed. “What day is this, Thursday?
Yeah, I think I’m a billionaire today. But ask me
again Monday when the receipts come in from the
weekend.” Katie knew that was the kind of quote Alan
Dobell would love. “And so you have the money to buy some
pretty fabulous works of art at auction?” “I’m getting there,” said Wynn, “but I’ve
had to build up my credibility with the big time
collectors, so I haven’t made too many ultra-high
end purchases yet.You see, a lot of the best works of art
never come up at auction at all. We all know what
the other guy’s got when it comes to paintings
worth tens of millions of dollars.Believe
it or not, sales can be very casual.We talk
back and forth, say something like, ‘If you’re
ever going to sell that picture, call me first,
will you?’And
sometimes it takes years to get a favorite
picture. You schmooze with them back and forth,
you keep asking, you get wind from another
collector that a Gauguin or a Renoir may be in
play.Right
now I’ve got my eye on a beautiful Picasso, but
I’m up against some tough competition. Otherwise
you buy at auction, which the collectors
themselves never attend.And I never
gamble, on anything.I buy what I love, but sometimes I buy
something I intend to sell at a higher price when
the market’s right.” “I’m sure you’ve heard about an unknown
Vermeer coming up for auction?” asked Katie. “I have indeed,” said Wynn, nodding. “I
would love
to have a Vermeer. What collector wouldn’t?But, if
the work turns out to be the real thing, the price
on that may be astronomical.You see,
Katie—may I call you Katie?—the art I’m buying is
almost all going to go into a museum in my new
hotel casino, the Bellagio—which is replacing the
Dunes—and I guarantee it will be the most
spectacular hotel ever built in Las Vegas.” “When do you figure that will open?” asked
David. “October next year. Guaranteed. Only Walt
Disney and I can say that we always open right on
time. And when it does, it will house my art
collection in a museum inside the hotel. Nothing
like that has ever been done before.” “So will you bid on the Vermeer?” asked
Katie. Wynn shrugged and said, “There’s a lot
about the painting I’d need to know first. From
what I’ve read and heard, it’s shrouded in mystery
and speculation. The fact is, I’ve got my eye on
another possible Vermeer that’s been under
re-evaluation as to its authenticity.” Katie was writing in shorthand. “There’s another
Vermeer out there?” Wynn nodded and
said, “Well, it’s nothing new. It’s called Young Woman
Seated at a Virginal, and it’s been known at
least since 1904, but the experts haven’t been
able to agree if it’s the real thing. There’s
another painting by the same name that is
definitely by Vermeer, hanging in London’s
National Gallery. Right now it’s in the process of
being analyzed by more scientific means, but it
could take a long time to get a definitive
attribution. If it does, and if it comes up for
auction, I’ll probably bid. You know, the only
other Vermeer in private hands is owned by the
Queen of England.” “And, if the disputed painting proves to be
a Vermeer, you think it also could go for a
hundred million?,” asked David. “No, nowhere near. As I said, it’s been
known for a hundred years, and it looks like
there’s been some overpainting. But, if I could
get it for thirty or forty million, I would
certainly go for it. A hundred million for the
‘new’ Vermeer?Like I said, I never gamble.” “Have you spoken with your fellow
collectors about the new one?” “Oh, yeah. It’s been a topic of
conversation for months, but no one seems to be
able to pin down the seller. Lots of conjecture
but nothing firm.I’ve heard Russian oligarchs, Hong Kong
dealers, Swiss banks, Greek shipping magnates.But
nothing concrete.” David
interjected,
“Would you say that your colleague here in town,
Harry Balaton, will be bidding on the Vermeer?” Wynn looked at Katie and asked, “Would you
turn off your recorder for a minute?” She did so and put down her pad and pen,
too. “Let me just say that Harry Balaton is not
a guy I choose to have much contact with.For one
thing, he’s very old school Vegas, and, as I’m
sure you know, Detective Greco, he was once very
connected with the Chicago mob.” David suddenly felt embarrassed, realizing
Wynn knew all along he’d been a cop. “Second, Balaton has terrible taste in art.
He’s got his advisors but he buys what he likes
and most of it is third-rate stuff. Would he bid
for the Vermeer? He’s got the money and the
connections to raise whatever it takes, and I’m
sure he would love to rub it in my face if he got
it and I didn’t.” “When you say connections, what exactly do
you mean?” asked David. “You’ll have to figure that one out on your
own.But,
Katie, you said you wanted to talk about the ‘new
Vegas?’You
can turn your recorder back on now.” The ‘new Vegas’
was Wynn’s favorite topic, and he was willing to
give Katie as much time as necessary to say how he
and
other entrepreneurs were going to change not only
the tawdry image of Sin City but would bring good
taste, fine dining, and great entertainment to a
town for which such things had long been mere
background for the gaming tables.There
were plans for hotel casinos with replicas of the
Eiffel Tower and Venice’s Grand Canal, the New
York skyline and Cairo’s Sphinx. “In ten years Vegas will be making more
money from restaurants and entertainment than from
gaming,” he swore. “You saw the end of the
Scorsese movie Casino,
when they’re blowing up the old casinos? Multiply
that by ten in the next five years and wait till
you see what replaces them.” Wynn went on and Katie was writing
furiously, amazed he was giving her so much time
and giddy to think how much material she had for a
profile of Wynn that would justify the trip out
there. “So, if you’ve got all you need,” said
Wynn, “I guess we can wrap this up. If you need
anything more, just call my personal secretary and
she’ll get right to me. And enjoy the ‘old’ Vegas
while you can; it’s not long for this world.”
"Karl
Malone starts his day with a breakfast that includes
ashwagandha root and psyllium husk powder. His dinner is
always seasoned with ground turmeric, and then he takes
his joint supplements. He goes on two brisk walks daily
and avoids restaurant food, as his doctor recommended he
lose weight. Karl Malone is a dog." —Prya Krishna,
"The Diet Worked For Them. Now Their Pets Are on It:
Paleo, vegan, gluten-free. Owners are putting animals on
human regimens and fueling a huge pet-wellness industry.
But some health experts are concerned," NY Times (2/12/22)
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"A fantastic and fascinating
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