Circo
Was: Delmonico’s. You know that one.
Is now: A more laid-back version of Midtown’s Circo. Expect more seafood but presumably
the same amount of clowns dancing on the walls. Which seem so much more appropriate here.
Wait, were you—did you want to get out to the Hamptons this year? Why didn’t you say so? We would have just told you about all the new spots to hit this year. All right, fine, if you’re going to twist our arm. Here they are.
Was: Delmonico’s. You know that one.
Is now: A more laid-back version of Midtown’s Circo. Expect more seafood but presumably
the same amount of clowns dancing on the walls. Which seem so much more appropriate here.
Was: BLT and Nobu. Damn.
Is now: All the côte-de-boeuf-for-twos, cocktails and general dignified decadence of the
Beautique in Midtown, but with an ocean right outside.
Was: Same name, totally different place.
Is now: A place where some guys from the Smile and some brothers from the Cleveland and
Mile End, respectively, do a lot of local edible stuff from the ocean and some Middle Eastern food for you.
Was: Turtle Crossing, a BBQ joint whose time had come.
Is now: An import from that faraway pork-ramen mecca, Miami. They make their own noodles
fresh every day—so, okay, maybe Miami’s onto something.
Was: Sienna, we hardly knew ye.
Is now: The most likely place to see Rihanna bibbing up in preparation for salt-and-pepper
lobster. Also the most likely place to see her in an adjacent club very soon after that. Geography, right?