Forget food miles. Bobo offers meals eaten inches from where the ingredients grew.
Cityfolk who regularly gather to help farmers weed, hoe or harvest.
Governor’s Island transforms from ghost town to green space.
Last year Serendipitea released Winter Solstice, ripe with apricots, red currants, rosemary, cloves and New York State–grown hops.
Decades of linking farm and city for the benefit of both.
A source for spectacular seedlings.
Growing up in an Italian family in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, he always felt “the spirit of charcuterie.” But eight years ago he was working at a desk job in publishing.
It’s not in Manhattan, but this tiny Long Island City restaurant is just across the Midtown Tunnel and would be worth a trip for the meat-lover even if it were on the very tip of Long Island.
A liqeur that’s loco for local plums.
Pipe Dreams keeps your taps squeaky clean.
Michael Cecconi infuses his vodka with beets.
Try Channing Daughters vino from a keg.