my girlfriend Ashlea is the authority on all places to go in new york city--not sure how she accumulated so much knowledge so quickly (though i have a suspicion it has something to do with her dapper boyfriend john). when she suggested buvette and touted it as a little bit of france right here in new york city, i. was. in.
it has quickly become one of our favorite little spots. it is small, intimate, and over-flowing with character. we sit at the marbled-counter-bar, oggle all the cute guys behind it, and nosh on really good pesto, beets, and leeks.
and if wine is your thing, this is the place.
(did i mention it stays open until 2 am?).
location: 42 grove street
neighborhood: west village