http://www.nypress.com/articles.sec-30-1-food-reviews.html Though the High Horse Saloon opened its doors only a few weeks ago, the Williamsburg watering hole already feels like an old neighborhood haunt. An outgrowth of the High Horse Salon, which provides stylish hair cuts next door, the bar shares its sister establishment's vintage vibe and lived-in comfort and harks back to the past with a nod to the Old West. But you're more likely to see well-coiffed locals with tattoos and piercings sidling up to the bar than any surly outlaws.]]> In an unassuming building in Midtown, near the southern end of Central Park, Bruno Cilio has opened a shiny white restaurant that looks more Museum of Modern Art than rustic pizza joint. But where any obvious authenticity fails, once you delve into PizzArte, the food and vibe prove pure Italian. For example, the walls display over a dozen paintings of the Neapolitan volcano Mount Vesuvius done by Italian artist Luciano Scateni, most of the heavily accented staff comes from Italy, and the gorgeous pizza oven was shipped over from the mother country and rebuilt here by the artisan.]]> Though Williamsburg teems with restaurants, bars and clubs, and boasts two bowling alleys within blocks of each other, the neighborhood has long been missing a movie house to satisfy cinephiles hungry for a steady diet of first-run features.]]> NICK CERVERA HOVERS around his Williamsburg Mexican restaurant like a proud parent, stopping at tables to show off what his baby has to offer. Though this marks his Brooklyn debut, Cervera isnt a first-time dadthis boroughs new location is the fourth version of his popular restaurant, Mole.]]> Owner Andy Heidel, a former sciencefiction book publicist and sometime bartender, channeled his industrial- Victorian aesthetic into The Way Stations sci-fi touches. Behind the bar, homemade steampunk rayguns such as the absinthespoon-shooting Intoxicator, crafted by Heidel and his business partner Doc Wasabassco, hang on an exposed brick wall.]]> ALMOST A YEAR after the iconic Empire Diner closed its doors, the space was reborn as another cafe, The Highliner. The best part? Not much has changed as far as appearances go, despite the gutting of the joint by owner Charles Milite.]]> My friend and I met downstairs in the Eataly market on a Monday night around 8:30, and got in line to head up to the roof amid rumors of a 45-minute wait. But when we got to the hostess, she told us we could go right up and check in with another hostess upstairs.]]> Eighty Four on Seventh, a small European- American-style bistro on a busy corner in the West Village. With placid, white-washed and unadorned brick walls, standard dark wooden tables and stiff place settings, the restaurant feels too stuffy for casual dining. The large open windows help, but unfortunately the traffic noise (and smells) from bustling Seventh Avenue make eating semi-alfresco a challenge.]]> I PROBABLY NEVER WOULD have made the trek to Chris Iacono's Giuseppina's if it wasn't the sister pizza parlor to the popular Lucali in Carroll Gardens, which is owned by Iacono's own flesh-and-blood, brother Mark. With a generic awning, the short, dark building didn't look like much, but I quickly found out that what's inside warranted every moment it took to get there.]]> WHEN WERE SO busy considering everything that happens at every restaurant we eat in, its easy to forget about the family meal. Its the meal that chefs and restaurant staff enjoy when we the noisy, demanding and allergicarent around.]]> Bedford-Stuyvesant has long been famous—Shirley Chisholm, Biggie, Jay-Z, its vibrant mix of cultures—but until recently it has also been a culinary hole. I've lived in the neighborhood for seven years, and for many of those, just getting a box of edible hot wings felt like a victory. Like all successes, Bed-Stuy's food scene took a lot of hard work over a long time, with Tiny Cup, Miss Dahlia's Café, Peaches' Hot House and Sweet Revenge all opening over a span of several years, each carving out a little culinary and geographical niche.]]> AS CHEF JULIO Mora set down four tiny dishes, three filled with jewel-like shades of red and one pale green, he quizzed me as to their contents. The first was an oily mixture of five chilies pureed in]]> Not being a Williamsburg habitué, I wasn't exactly sure where I was or what I was walking into on that dark and stormy night a few Saturdays ago on Bedford Avenue. I just knew I had to get out of the rain.]]> For years, Blue Restaurant in Astoria was a Mexican diner that served beer in buckets and dirt-cheap tacos. In its day, the tiny eatery earned a reputation for curing morning hangovers with divine care. So when Blue shut its doors in November and was replaced by Queens Comfortan American comfort food jointlocals proceeded with caution.]]> I'm going to read you something," my fiancée says, pulling her computer close to her peepers. "For men going through a midlife crisis, one of the top complaints is the lack of close friends." "I think I'm about 15 years away from a midlife crisis," I reply. "It's not like I have a hankering to buy a cherry-red Porsche and go clubbing to hit on cocktail waitresses— yet." She rolls her eyes, knowing an emotional dodge when she sees one. "You know what I mean," she says, clicking on an episode of The Biggest Loser.]]> Upon hearing Julian Medina of Toloache and Yerba Buena fame was opening a Nuevo-Latin style diner in Chelsea, my original thought was, Oh boy, another expensive comfort food place in Manhattan. Luckily I was way off.]]> IT^S HARD TO miss St. Vitus if you know what youre looking for. This is, of course, the point. At the northern tip of Greenpoint, an all-black, windowless speakeasy storefront on Manhattan Avenue offers access to those searching for heavy sounds,...]]>