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Updating Old Homestead’s sidewalk seating with a nip and a tuck to pass it off as the new Prime Burger Café is clearly a bid to make the 1868 landmark seem cool.

Landmarc's vast, stylish, upscale lunchroom in its fuzzy infancy is already a lure for shoppers and hungry cooks finished scrubbing down other kitchens nearby.

�It’s a real find,� our producer friend Dasha promises, inviting us to discover the no-airs bistro Tree in the East Village. And midway into a first-rate crock of onion soup and classically French lardon-studded frisée under a steaming poached egg, I have to agree.

Spotlight Live is braced for flocks of free-spending fame freaks, wannabe American Idols and karaoke fans hungry for fame, popcorn shrimp, and mini-burgers.

The embattled Jeffrey Chodorow seems tame at a friend’s tasting at Wild Salmon�his fourth new restaurant since December.

Quiet as an octopus scooting along the ocean bottom, Wild Edibles stuffed a mini eat-at counter and eight two-top tables into its small seafood shop on a Third Avenue stretch lusting for really good grub.

Anthos, Greek for �blossom,� is the stage for chef-partner Michael Psilakis’s obsessive dream�an homage to his mom’s rustic home cooking, everything Greek respun.

Clearly, Hawaiian Tropic Zone is the consummate place for dinner to keep our guys happy that Sunday night of The Big Game.

Fans of Sam DeMarco’s comfort food at the restaurant First, and later District, will want to know he’s back from a post-9/11 midlife crisis and romantic sabbatical in 2004.

Good grub, not inexpensive but almost reasonable, soul food for the Italian families at tables around us.