Pint-sized bistro. No reservations.
On a whim, my friend decided to spend 12 hours in New York City and entrusted me to be his guide. Absolutely drained from the week prior, I could not promise him much but good food and an itinerary constrained to one part of the island.
I chose Buvette for purely selfish reasons – I hadn’t been there in a while, and I knew we wouldn’t have to wait if we got there early. So Buvette it was.
This used to be a secret brunch spot that no one knew about. Now, unless you come before 10:30am (far too early for the average New Yorker) expect to wait a while to be seated at a small table, eating off small plates and using far-too-small utensils.
In fact, you can expect that not everything will fit on the table. It’s much like being invited to the tea party of five-year-old. Continue reading The Pleasure of Good Food