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HORS D’OEUVRES The Konstantin Duhovny Culinary Experience

ALRIGHT, BOYS AND GIRLS. Let’s get serious. We’re gonna see where Konstantin trained up.

Our next stop’s just over here. Up on the left.

Through that old door with the big brass latch.

Anyone know this gem? Crown jewel of New York dining, run by a living legend?

No, man, that ain’t Bobby Flay! Read a cookbook. Anybody else?

How ’bout a hint?

She’s open for lunch and dinner, but don’t even think about walking in—they’re booked six months out, every seat taken. Those velvet curtains? They keep folks from peeping the set change between the communal tables at lunch and the dinner fine dine. And the stars in the window? That ain’t Yelp. Kitchens bust their balls to get just one nod from Michelin, and this beaut’s earned three .

Well? Any guesses?

Damn, you really make a guy work for it.

This here’s Saveur Fare.