More comforting than a standard neighborhood joint and only slightly less familiar than your sofa.
In this great game of dining in New York, Resy has become my professional nemesis. I set alerts; I get alerts. I despair; I am reduced. I’m taunted by coy messages like, “A 10 p.m. table at Semma may now be available!” Trying to eat off the Resy Hit L... More »