New York City is pretty old. Not as old as most European cities, but compared to all of America? Old as hell. And because of that, we have a lot of restaurants that have become iconic over the years, either from age, media, or just plain goodness. These restaurants are still standing and worth visiting if you’ve got the time.
Tavern on the Green
One of the most iconic restaurants due to its location in Central Park, Tavern on the Green is high end but delicious. It opened in 1934, closed in 2009, and opened to much ado recently in 2014 under new management. Need to impress a date? This is the place to go.
If you’ve never heard of Katz, pack your bags and just get out of the city. It’s one of the oldest Jewish delis in the city and makes a mean, well, any sandwich. Whether you’re a local or just visiting, take the time to head to the East Village to at least try their pastrami.
Patsy’s up in Harlem is worth the trek. It’s one of New York’s oldest and still makes their pizza by brick oven. Their traditional thin crust is out of this world, if that’s what you’re in to.
New York has a lot of steakhouses, but none carry the weight of Peter Luger. Located right over the Williamsburg Bridge, it’s a no nonsense, classic spot with steak as far as the eye can see. Don’t pass up on their potatoes, either.
Down in the Financial District, another classic steakhouse live. The original was actually located in a different location, but the iteration of what it is now pays homage to its history. This is where the “Wedge Salad” originated, and became famous around the globe.
The first pizzeria in New York City, and possibly the country, Lombardi’s is located down in the most Italian place of all; Little Italy. Still running strong since 1905, you have to eat here just to say you’ve had a slice at the first pizza place ever in the America.
There are quite a few P.J. Clarke’s around the city, but many don’t realize the establishment goes back to 1884. Known for their burgers, P.J. Clarke’s is still a very popular spot for mid week lunch and weekend hangin’. It’s almost never quiet.