Few neighborhoods in Manhattan are as much fun for walking as the garment district, if only for its unpredictability. The almost brutally functional buildings offer little to the architectural historian, though a pedestrian looking up through the oversize windows will see any number of activities: fabric trimming, clothes modeling at a strut, dance rehearsals, rock 'n' rolling. But for me, the...
Bureks, bureks, bureks! Ottoman Empire export puts phyllo to meat, spinach, and salty cheese, gives pizza a run for its money. Midtown location of mini-chain used to be a low-rent cafeteria, evolved now into a low-rent dining room. Comfortable and low-key, with amber-shaded wood, white tablecloths, low ceilings. Expat patrons work through selection of kebabs, cabbage, casserole. We mostly stick...