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ADAM PLATT
Dovetail
103 W. 77th St., nr. Columbus Ave.; 212-362-3800
Sure, the name is a little precious, and the front door looks out onto the gloomy expanse of a darkened Upper West Side basketball court. But John Fraser’s sleek, gourmet interpretations of Greenmarket standards (leg of lamb dabbed with yogurt, pork belly simmered in sherry and shallots) make this little restaurant that rare thing in this era of gourmet franchises and globe-trotting chefs: a neighborhood joint, run by a world-class cook working at the top of his game.
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GAEL GREENE
Anthos
36 W. 52nd St., nr. Fifth Ave.; 212-582-6900
Anthos means blossom, but it ought to mean anthem, embracing as it does the fierce passion of chef-partner Michael Psilakis for the Greek kitchen: his bravura of crudo, raw shrimp “cooked” in a thrilling tomato elixir, crab finding its soul mate in sea urchin. Yes, such manic creativity can boil over, and it sometimes does. But then a transcendent uni-touched seafood risotto appears, and excesses are forgiven.
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ROBIN RAISFELD
Dell’anima
38 Eighth Ave., nr. Jane St.; 212-366-6633
With its loose and lively air and 2 a.m. closing time, Dell’anima makes you feel welcome to stop in anytime for a cocktail, an obscure but rewarding bottle of wine, a few tasty snacks, or a full-fledged meal. And you should: The crackerjack kitchen turns out first-rate pastas like pizzoccheri with Brussels sprouts and Fontina, a vibrantly seasoned chicken al diavolo, and a winter-beating bowl of braised wild boar with polenta and mascarpone—the kind of elegantly simple fare you find yourself craving at all hours.
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ROB PATRONITE
Resto
111 E. 29th Street., nr. Park Ave. S.; 212-685-5585
They say you can take the measure of a chef by how well he can cook something simple like an omelette. But why not apply the theory to something even simpler like a sandwich? By that standard alone—setting aside for the moment his grander achievements—Ryan Skeen is a culinary wizard. His tête de cochon on toast is like a mad-genius cross between a bánh mì and a BLT, his new grilled cheese (see page 69) redefines the category, and his burger is the greatest thing to happen to ground meat since the Kraft Single.