The Tacky-Chic Camp of NYC’s Bad Roman and Holiday Bar
"The sexier sibling to its partner restaurant, dressed in hunter-green and decorated with vintage Pirelli-calendar imagery, it delivers stronger drinks and a large, roughage-forward chicory salad with radicchio and arugula. However, entrées falter: fried basil topped a pesto that was gluey and muddled, and cod poached in a tomato-and-lobster broth tasted faintly metallic, leaving guests debating which dish they'd rather eat if stranded together." - E. Alex Jung
