Lately, I've seen some A-list performances in the restaurant world and a few bombs.
Rafele - Quiet, but yet totally lively and convivial Italian joint in the West Village. Perfect for a first-time double date with a great couple. The owner was born and raised in Naples, and the food reminded me of so many great meals I've had in Italy.
Kurumazushi - This place, open in NYC since 1977 (long before you could find sushi at your corner Duane Reade), is on the second floor of a random Midtown office building. When we went on a Friday night, it was deserted. We were the only people there, which has never happened to me...ever (naturally, you run the other direction if a restaurant is empty). But they usher you in with such kindness and the chef, lording over his sushi counter, is over-the-top joyful and welcoming. And the sushi - It's divine. It is buttery, unbelievably fresh, and flown in daily from the Tokyo Fish Market. It is NOT cheap however.
On the opposite side of the friendly spectrum, I tried Cucina Ciano on the Upper East Side. I was so excited to try it - I loved the first Ciano in Madison Square before it closed. We waited an hour for our 8:30 reservation and I'm being nice when I call the hostess snippy and cold. I wanted to bark back at her but held it together. I had to shout to my friends sitting right next to me because it was so loud and the food was fine, but not like the old Ciano. I love the owners so I hope the kinks get worked out.