Remember when I said Buvette was my favorite restaurant? Well it is still is my favorite, but so is Via Carota just a block away on the opposite side of Grove Street. Seriously, if we lived in the West Village, I would spend my morning at Buvette and have lunch or dinner at Via Carota. You feel like you are in Italy at Via Carota. My favorite dish is the Wild Boar Ragu. We’ve tried several items on the menu and always order at least one daily special. Everything has been simply amazing. Next, we must to try the couples other restaurant, I Sodi on Christopher Street. Our experiences at both Buvette and Via Carota have been all about the food and then not at all. The food, yes….amazing. The Castelvetrano olives are delicious. I don’t even like olives and now I can’t stop thinking about them. There are so many small, but wonderful details. From the moment you walk in you feel truly cared for. The service is impeccable. The warmth of the space is comforting in the same way that a bowl of warm pasta or a piece of bread drizzled with olive oil warms your soul. Exposed brick walls, original or reclaimed wood floors, chairs from either a school or a church that holds the menus in the back of the chair and silver trays to serve pretty drinks from the bar. A long communal table that on the day we went held a giant bowl of beans and later replaced with candles in vintage china saucers ready for the dinner crowd.
Above photo by Kelsey Borovinsky.
I do love a restaurant that still gives out boxes of matches. The little cards arrive with your bill and I’ll keep them as a memento.