Lamb is the new beef, and Brooklyn is its greatest borough. Whether cooked well-done or rare; barbecued, roasted, boiled, or merely seared; well-spiced or left au naturale; the flavor bursts in your mouth like an atom bomb. Here are our 10 favorite places to eat lamb.

Anchor of the East Village's Little Tokyo Rai Rai Ken has picked up and moved east. The new space, just steps away from the last location, is gleaming and easily three times the size of the original, which was a simple counter with a few stools. Look to Fork in the Road in the coming days for an analysis of the noodles in the new location.

Rai Rai Ken
218 East 10th Street
212) 477-7030

You think you've experienced all the potato variations that exist in the world: French fries, baked potatoes, curly fries, 'tater tots, potato chips, hash browns, etc., etc. Then something unique comes along, from Lower East Side regional Chinese newcomer Yunnan Kitchen.

Though the -- eagerly anticipated? -- Men In Black 3 doesn't open till tomorrow, Death-Star fast-food empire Dunkin' Donuts has already trundled out its gastro tie-ins: a cup of branded iced coffee and a star-shaped donut.

Lamb is the meat of the hour. While many Americans used to eschew the flesh as "too strongly flavored," most New York diners now proclaim its mildly assertive flavor as "just right." Of course, when you're talking about namby-pamby New Zealand lamb versus Halal lamb raised right in Westchester, you might as well be referring to two entirely different animals.

This week, Counter Culture settles into Little Pepper, a relocated Sichuan classic now found in College Point, just north of Flushing. In addition to Sichuan, the menu features other regional cuisines from northern China, a bit of Hunanese, and a few Cantonese dishes. You can use this versatility to your advantage when ordering, as in the above selection.

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The siren song of the storefront is irresistible: It seems to suggest you'll be able to buy a burger for $1, a shot of hard liquor for $2, and a beer for $3. "Why is the beer the most expensive thing?" you wonder as you traipse into the darkened Hell's Kitchen sports bar.

You know how sometimes you try something new for breakfast, and all of a sudden you want to eat it every day? Well, that was how it was with me and fatah.

When the ravioli arrives, it looks like a battlefield, or the work of a mass murderer: half-moon purses bulging with something so red, that it recalls beef tartare, or maybe human flesh.