This photo was taken on the UWS, sometime in the past. Do you know where, when, and what it shows?

I worried the dessert would be too sweet, but the strawberry jam in the crème fouettée brought enough acidity to level the sweetness.

On this day in 1910, not much happened -- and that was very good news. Here's why.

Well, it looks like I'm back to being cranky.

Two hundred pedigreed sheep were imported from England, all the same color and size, to complete a picture-perfect pastoral scene.

Conversing with strangers...

Eventually, the last out was called. The teams shook hands and melted into the park with their gloves and bats.

I’m a waiter, and one family that comes in weekly for brunch doesn’t tip. At all. Can I approach them about it?

The lobio, when presented to you, looks like a feast of its own, scintillating with colors and joy.

An UWS man died after being pushed down a subway staircase by a man with a history of mental illness.

To the mothers!

The thing about “bikers” is how quickly they turn back into people once you actually look at them.

A different version of Here's the Dish.

This photo was taken on the UWS, sometime in the past. Do you know where, when, and what it shows?

This sando was the closest thing to the French fraîsier (elevated strawberry shortcake) I had tasted this side of the Atlantic.

The New York Post is explaining why the Milling Room restaurant closed in December — and the explanation is a doozy.

Thank you for the Upper West Side support.

The whole corner looked like a million bucks. The whole neighborhood does. And our apartments are priced accordingly.

The Margaret Mead Film Festival, honoring storytelling and documentary film, kicks off today at the American Museum of Natural History.

It's a galactic curbside pickup.

Post-its on my studio door remind me to turn off the A/C and lock the bathroom when I leave. I still forget.

Orwashers, the popular artisan bakery, opened a takeout-only outpost on West 84th Street on Monday.

A friend I'm not that close to asked me to be his best man. I'd like to say no -- but how?

The dish has an addictive X-factor that's hard to describe: a mix of savory, sweet, and smokey flavors, plus perfectly executed rice.

"Urban bass fishermen recognize how feeble an attempt it would be to safeguard a juicy spot; instead, they welcome the exchange of intel."

Maybe the scaffolding wasn't so bad?

Do I still need to follow his rule, that you can't use the same unwashed knife in the butter and the jam consecutively?

If you leave your house, you’ll pass a dozen trees and probably not register a single one. Still, they have our backs.

Pay a visit to Grant's tomb -- the only national memorial on the UWS -- to commemorate the 18th president's birthday.

Two for $10?