Well, given my recent proclamations about reclaiming my life in light of the madness that has been the last couple of months at work, I set about meeting Puxoticus for dinner in the West Village. Oh, the West Village, how I love you. I had spotted Tartine on Sunday as I wandered around peeping into people's expensive homes, and had made a mental note to return there. Because (1) French food, (2) very charming, (3) extensive windows which meant you viewed the charming, quaint W. Village neighbourhood in which you were in, and (4) (so it turned out - I didn't know this at the time) BYOB! Which is excellent b/c the $11 Merlot that Puxoticus picked up was absolutely spot on: smooth and velvety.
The food was very good: Puxy and I shared a goat cheese and walnut salad, and then she ate some vegetarian thing (notice how I paid no attention whatsoever to what she ate since it was vegetarian) and I ordered grilled saucisson. The sausage was absolutely delicious. My only complaint was that the plate was loaded with creamy potatoes, and not enough sausage. We followed the meal with a fruit tart. (We specifically wanted lemon tart but they were out so we settled for a raspberry/ blackberry tart).
I recommend this place, not least b/c it is in the heart of the West Village, and wandering around these beautiful homes will make you want to sell your soul to the devil and earn $$$. And that's not such a bad feeling to have from time to time, is it?
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i would never buy merlot....it was a malbec, thank you very much. and my roasted tomato tart was amazing :)
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