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Meanwhile Observer critic Jay Rayner wrote yesterday in a review of London restaurant Cucina Asellina: "Oh my. New York is a superb restaurant city, but only in spite of itself. Restaurant-going there requires commitment and nerves of steel. You have to be prepared to negotiate with front-desk clipboard Nazis who have all the grim implacability of Iranian revolutionary guards looking for promotion, combined with the fake smiles of Miss World contestants waiting to file a killer sexual harassment suit. The bar is always nine deep, tables are so tightly packed you can identify your neighbour's brand of deodorant, music thumps and the waiters love-bomb you in pursuit of their 20%, as if the restaurant were some goggle-eyed cult which you must join."
Will dining out in NYC ever get any easier? Stay tuned right here for a guide on how to crack some of the toughest rezzies in town next week.