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DBGB: Life During Wartime
By Sam Sifton
And so it begins: My first review as The Times’s restaurant critic has been published, of Daniel Boulud’s DBGB Kitchen & Bar, on the Bowery down near Houston Street. It’s a neighborhood I know well, having covered it back in NYPress days as a cub, and it’s still slightly shocking to see now, with John Varvatos selling clothes in the old CBGB space and Daniel Boulud pushing hot dogs and tripe on a block that was better known for Thunderbird wine and dope. Above you’ll see some photographs taken in the restaurant, and of a few of the dishes I most admired. How about you? Post a comment below. Be civil!
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1. October 13, 2009
7:13 pm

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You can’t put your arms around a memory,can ya?I’;ve visited DBGB,feeling like a traitor…the boudin rocked ,but starting with the building itself,It all makes me too sad to return,for a while anyhow.Good food,but not my crowd…

— M.K.

2. October 13, 2009
7:55 pm

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Spot on review! What a year for Boulud and he deserves it all!!! For those of us who know how hard he and his team works to constantly innovate, push the boundaries, and go above and beyond for their customers, major kudos!

— Sarah

3. October 13, 2009
9:25 pm

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I enjoyed reading the review, I found it to be lively and informative. I’m looking forward to checking out the restaurant the next time I’m in NYC.

— Gillian

4. October 13, 2009
10:15 pm

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Love the review, reads like a recommendation from a fun outgoing old friend who likes to eat a lot. No big culinary vocab, no flowery descriptions. Just plain english. Thank god. Keep up the good work.

— Cecilia

5. October 14, 2009
1:18 am

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Sam
Welcome! A great first start! Good luck to you. Welcome to the blogosphere.

Zach

— Zachary Cohen

6. October 14, 2009
7:37 am

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Very nice review. I look forward to trying this place. My only dining experience in this neighborhood has been Katz’s deli, which I love, and the local pickle place. Now I have some sausage to look forward to. Keep up the good reviews. I would suggest online reviews have detailed descriptions to accompany the photographs, to help your mind taste the dishes, rather than to put the descriptions just in the article, and the pictures more by themselves.

Thanks. S.

— Steven Philips

7. October 14, 2009
7:38 am

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As I. B. Singer said so well, “In their behavior towards creatures, all men are Nazis.” When
will all you carnivorous orgiasts develop a
sense of shame?

— Peter Heinegg

8. October 14, 2009
7:40 am

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Sam - for your debute, a very safe review of Boulud’s DBGB in the Bowery. I can imagine you loved the fact you needed to visit all of Daniel’s other restaurants (smile). So glad you are finally writing, and your writing made me want to visit. Job well done. See you next week.

Scott

— Scott Cohen

9. October 14, 2009
7:42 am

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I just had sausage, biscuits, grits and some eggs and a good cup of coffee! I like eating in my bathrobe!!!

— Miss May

10. October 14, 2009
7:44 am

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Great, gentrification of the Bowery is giving me the EBGB’s

— ken

11. October 14, 2009
7:45 am

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I concur, great first review.
Looking forward to what follows.

— Zunaid

12. October 14, 2009
7:48 am

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sam,
smart move picking dbgb for your first review. it was a no brainer. daniel expected two, you gave it two & two is what it deserves. as for the way your review read–well, that too rates a two. a good & easy to read**.
best of luck.

— sam lefkowitz

13. October 14, 2009
7:48 am

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Sam - Welcome and best of luck in your new role. Loved your “quail/offal” word play. Eager to see how you distinguish this very, very enthusiastic ** response from a *** review.

— Dan Jacob

14. October 14, 2009
8:17 am

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I worked in that neighborhood for a while, and while most times it was unpleasant to see our young kids whacked out on drugs and booze this is surely a great turnaround for that area of N.Y. can’t wait to visit the place. Good Job.

— bob parno

15. October 14, 2009
8:18 am

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A wonderful review that was a delight to read. It makes me long to get back to the city. Sadly, the four star rating system undercuts your message. Two out of four is still only half way there and that was not the impression I thought I was supposed to have reading your beautifully-crafted description.

— William Black

16. October 14, 2009
8:20 am

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Normally I do not venture below Cafe Boulud, not a snob just a preference, but the way you wrote it…I’ll be there this Friday, 16 Oct, to try it out. Thank you.

— Tere

17. October 14, 2009
8:30 am

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So wonderful! More of the beautiful animals of this earth tortured and killed for a few succulent bites and few dollars. Congratulations, I guess, for expanding on this misery.

— Michael

18. October 14, 2009
8:37 am

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This Boulud restaurant is in the ground floor of the northern-most new Avalon apartments just south of the old CBGB. I wish there were a law against this kind of brand rip-off. The milieu of Daniel Boulud is about the farthest thing from CBGB as you can possibly get and here he is exploiting the name on the same block as the old club. Good to see you last night and thanks again for the In Treatment DVDs. Really special. Talk soon, All best, Paul

— Jason

19. October 14, 2009
8:38 am

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Hi Sam, thank god you’re at the helm. Someone with a Brooklyn sensibility. Someone who understands and appreciate(d) the old Mooney’s vibe. Can’t wait to visit this place — keep up the great work; love your writing style. Go get ‘em, Sam!

— marty

20. October 14, 2009
8:46 am

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My experience at DBGB was not a good one. Ordered a cheeseburger. What I was served: a small, overcooked patty (asked for medium rare) topped with a tasteless (and not local) slice of tomato. The fries that came with the dish were soggy and only warm. Service was rushed. I realize a one time only visit is not the way to judge a restaurant. Still, with so many great burger joints popping up, I’ve already crossed DBGB’s off my “return” list.

— hal2009

21. October 14, 2009
8:55 am

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welcome, Sam! enjoying your style.

— brooklynite

22. October 14, 2009
8:55 am

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Excellent review - but you forgot the signature sausage - The Coronary Dawg - assorted morsels of prime animal trimmings bound by 125% pork fat, rolled in white flour, deep fried in clean lard transfat, dip’t ‘n covered in 70% dark chocolate, and mounted atop a Krispy Creme glazed donut. Yummy. Number 9-1-1 on the menu.

— Natalie

23. October 14, 2009
8:56 am

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Mr. Boulud: Please bring one of your DBGB’s to San Diego. Put it in the Gaslamp District and it will be an instant hit! You will see me there dily.

— david wayne osedach

24. October 14, 2009
8:56 am

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This isn’t your Bowery anymore! They razed an entire block which houses this restaurant. However those memories can wait. Time to fish the long black 80’s jacket and boots out of the closet and stomp on by DGBG - with my kids of course. “See here, Billy, daddy vomited in this alley…” Looking forward to illuminated bartenders and the lamb roll which if I remember correctly was a means of protecting yourself in a mosh pit.

(I heard the Varvatos store pipes in authentic pre-show sniffing and drinking from backstage. Any truth to that?)

Keep them coming, Sam for the old NY Press.

— Dietz

25. October 14, 2009
9:02 am

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Alas, Sam, those of us stranded in the provinces will suffer most grievously at your hands. The tasty prose and photo confections only add salt (or was it Sriracha sauce?) to the wounds of distance and keen appetite!

thanks a bunch– and welcome!

trish in hollsopple, pa

— trish beatty

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