Tables for TwoReviews of restaurants.<img src="http://feeds.newyorker.com/rss_views/tables.gif">Andrea Thompson: Eighty One- July 28, 2008 At this new American eatery, just across from the Museum of Natural History, surprises abound. One evening, a hostess led a party past the main room and down a narrow hallway, which opened into the kitchen: a gantlet of sorts, lined with staff, all of whom rushed to wish the&160;.&160;.&160;.http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/tables/2008/08/04/080804gota_GOAT_tables_thompson Mike Peed: Adour- July 21, 2008 There are people, a dwindling lot, who are secure in their mortgages and to whom the spectre of five-dollar-a-gallon gas presents more a challenge than a threat. These people eat at Adour. The restaurant opened in the St. Regis several months ago, and it&8217;s as posh and&160;.&160;.&160;.http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/tables/2008/07/28/080728gota_GOAT_tables_peed Andrea Thompson: Blue Ribbon Downing Street Bar- July 14, 2008 On a recent night at this West Village spot, a young woman--blond hair, petite, ebulliently extolling her recent wine-tasting course--sampled a glass of red. &8220;Is it a Californian Syrah&8221; she asked her companion. The bartender began to offer a hint. &8220;No!&8221; she shrieked. &8220;I&8217;m trying to figure&160;.&160;.&160;.http://www.newyorker.com/arts/reviews/tables/2008/07/21/080721gota_GOAT_tables_thompson |