Time Out says
Powerhouse chef Jody Williams (Gottino) calls her tiny, Gallic-leaning bistro a "gastroteque," a made-up word encompassing, she says, "your early-morning coffee, your luncheonette, your stand-up, sit-down dinner." And this rings true: Buvette is the sort of place where you pop in for a glass of wine and a snack—hunks of creamy Noble Road Brie; slices of saucisson sec fished from jars filled with herbed olive—and three hours later realize you've stayed for a full meal, either polishing off a delicious cocotte of falling-off-the-bone coq au vin, or the exceptional fluffy brandade (house-cured salt cod emulsified with garlic-steeped milk), or the rustic hand-cut steak tartare anointed with frise, capers and cornichons. The best seats are at the marble bar, which is spacious compared with the cramped two-tops in the intimate space. Come nightfall, the queue for a seat often extends out the door, the long wait list scrawled on a chalkboard inside.
42 Grove St
|Cross street:||between Bedford and Bleecker Sts|
|Transport:||Subway: 1 to Christopher St–Sheridan Sq|
|Price:||Average main course: $18.|
|Opening hours:||Mon–Fri 7am–2am; Sat, Sun 8am–2am|
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Users say (8)
Average User Rating
4.3 / 5
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This is not an authentic French restaurant. Overrated and overpriced. The best bit was the saucisson, which you cannot really go wrong with, seeing as you just need to buy it from the supermarket and add some olive oil. The carrots were bland, just regular supermarket thin strips with a few pistachio nuts. The salade de poulpe and celery combination was nothing short of tasteless: I would advise the chef to instead experiment with chilli and garlic sauces. Finally, the croque-Monsieur was greasy and just plainly did not taste nice; I can make better ones. At least the wine was good.
The most adorable, romantic spot. Amazing for delicious tartines all day, though I prefer to go with friends at midnight.
This cute-as-a-button, tiny French café DOES live up to it’s hype, but it is almost always busy. I went earlier than I normally would have for Saturday brunch, but it paid off since I didn’t have to wait at all for a table. (I recommend only going with one person. Tables for more than two are tougher to come by.) I ordered an open-face egg sandwich with goat cheese and sun-dried tomatoes, and though it was a small portion for the price, the explosion of taste in each bite made the dish worth the cost. I also had a glass of the blood-orange juice, which was fresh and delicious.
Martha Stewart loves this place for a reason. The thought that is taken to procure the ingredients shows in dishes that are rich, authentic and satisfying. Be prepared for a tiny, crowded space with equally tiny plates that are not at all small in flavor.
I took my mom here when she came to visit me one weekend. I'd heard a lot about Buvette, perused the cookbook, and so we went. Normally there is a huge wait, but we were seated fairly easily at 10am on a Saturday. We each ordered a waffle: mine came with berries and cream, my mother's with ham and egg. My one complaint is that while the food was so good we savored every bite, the portions were pretty small for the price. I'm not sure that my mom and I left exactly satisfied.