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Seven Takes on the Feast of the Seven Fishes in NYC

The numbers vary—seven, nine, 11, even unlucky 13. The menus vary. And few agree on the origins of the tradition. But no matter on what side of the debate you sit, one collective truth rings clear: the Italian "Feast of the [Seven] Fishes," served on Christmas Eve, is a time to eat, drink, and be satiated. In New York, there is no shortage of feasts to choose from. Here we've rounded up seven takes on the seven fishes. Like anyone who has ever studied the Italian language knows, it's not always what you say—it's how you say it. More

See How the Sausage Gets Made at Il Buco Alimentari & Vineria

Meet Bernardo Flores. He's the master butcher at Il Buco Alimentari e Vineria, the Italian market and restaurant that's continued to impress us with the breadth of its breakfast, bread, dinner, dessert, and charcuterie. I got to watch Bernardo in action as he made fresh sausage, dry salumi, and other cured items of deliciousness from several hundred pounds of hogs. Take a look inside to see. More

An Excellent Chicken Parm Hero at Zito's

Zito's Sandwich Shoppe in Park Slope is one of those places that melds the old and new of Brooklyn, serving decidedly classic sandwiches in a hip and refined space, all with an emphasis on local and seasonal ingredients. Just like their pork braciole, their Chicken Parm ($10.50) is a shining example of just how well that approach works. More

Red Sauce with Prosciutto Necks at Di Palo's

Homemade red sauce with pasta is nothing new at Di Palo's in Little Italy, but on a recent visit, the team explained that they're increasing the regularity of some of their offerings. Which means you have even more chances to get this prosciutto-filled red sauce, either in packaged sauce form or dressed with pasta in the deli case, ready to eat. More

Celeste: The Italian Restaurant Every Neighborhood Should Have (But Doesn't)

"You want a bottle of red wine or white tonight? Or maybe rosé for the weather?" our waitress asked shortly after wedging us into a four-top no bigger than a couple of folded newspapers. Her delivery was spectacularly close to the Billy Joel song lyrics, which may have subconsciously influenced me into spending the rest of the meal thinking to myself, this has got to be the most neighborhood-Italian-y of neighborhood Italian restaurants in the city. I have a couple of friends who got married two weeks ago and used to live on 84th and Amsterdam. I asked them if they'd ever been. "It's where we had our first date!" said the newlywed wife. It's that kind of a place—one that engenders equal parts pride and nostalgia. More

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