Back in May we had one of the loveliest dinners I can remember. It was a spring night, we wanted to try something new, so picked a restaurant from our Yelp bookmarks...and walked to the West Village. We landed at Buvette. There was a line, but not too long. Inside it was cute and charming. Very welcoming, a place you'd come with friends.
Our French waiter guided us through some cheese selections (a hard, a soft, something in between) and a few other smaller plates. Honestly, every single bite was tasty. There was just the right amount of food, not too much. I loved the duck confit that arrived in a little jar.
Our waiter chatted with us a bit, told us we'd love Paris. He's been all over, recently new to New York. What was nice is that he never once made us feel rushed. It was like I was in a friend's house. He did share the the woman behind the restaurant thought very carefully about every detail of the layout. She did a good job, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Getting to the wine, though...
|At Buvette, a quick pic so I can remember the name|
So good in fact, that we sought it out after. Mark found it near Grammercy and we bought a bottle to La Follia (great Italian). I found it at Sherry-Lehmann near the office. When we were in Chelsea Market and saw it again...we decided we might need to own a case.
I told Mark that it is a wine you enjoy the entire way through. Some wines I get tired with and by the end of the bottle, I'm sort of glad it's the end. Not my Whispering Angel. We'll be enjoying a nice chilled glass, or many glasses, all summer.
|Whispering Angel at Home|