Buvette

Restaurants , French West Village
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Buvette (Photograph: Daniel Krieger)
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Buvette

Buvette (Photograph: Daniel Krieger)
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Brandade at Buvette

Buvette (Photograph: Daniel Krieger)
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Coq au vin at Buvette

Buvette (Photograph: Daniel Krieger)
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Goose and pork-butt rillettes at Buvette

Buvette (Photograph: Daniel Krieger)
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Tarte Tatin at Buvette

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Steak tartare at Buvette

Buvette (Photograph: Daniel Krieger)
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Buvette

Over the past decade, Jody Williams has established a serious food-industry following. Mario Batali, with whom she worked at the Clift Hotel in San Francisco, has called her one of his favorite American chefs; in 2007 restaurateur Keith McNally tapped her to open Morandi, his first trattoria.

But not every great chef is hardwired to be an empire builder. Instead of leveraging these votes of confidence into a cookbook deal, a food show and an outpost in Vegas, Williams chose to cater to an increasingly diminutive audience. At her last project, the precious wine bar Gottino, she served serious small plates in a space no bigger than a walk-in closet. At her latest, the equally tiny, Gallic-themed Buvette, she's got just enough space to feed a neighborhood following. Indeed, with so little room for gastro-groupies, rhapsodic reviews may be the last thing she needs.

Williams thrives in this intimate setting. As at Gottino (which still operates a few blocks away without her), the approach is small but exacting. She's filled every nook with old picnic baskets, teapots and silver trays, among other vintage ephemera. There's a bouquet of old rolling pins behind a glossy red Berkel slicer, antique nutcrackers on the marble-topped bar beside baskets of walnuts and almonds in their shells---much of the design here is both striking and practical. Even the bottles of wine seem to have been chosen as much for their aesthetics as their drinkability.

The food is just as thoughtfully curated, served on tiny plates and in little jars and crocks, receptacles tailor-made for the restaurant's very tight quarters. Williams packs an awful lot of flavor into these dishes. They arrive all at once as a bountiful spread, designed to be shared like an indoor picnic. There's exceptional fluffy brandade (house-cured salt cod emulsified with garlic-steeped milk) and rustic hand-cut steak tartare anointed with a sprightly mix of frise, capers and cornichons. There are rich shredded goose and pork-butt rillettes, too, studded with prunes plumped in red wine.

This self-consciously retro cooking is a showcase not of the chef's creativity but of her very good taste. Her classic ratatouille with garlic toast is a seasonal special of diced zucchini, eggplant and peppers. Gorgeous pink slices of chilled leg of lamb are topped with flageolet beans and black-olive tapenade.

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 oil---and three hours later realize you've stayed for dinner. You've polished off a delicious cocotte of falling-off-the-bone coq au vin (the closest thing to an entre here), plus a fat, beautiful slice of perfectly caramelized apple tarte Tatin.

In spite of herself, Williams's new restaurant, which opened quietly just after the start of the year, seems to have already outgrown its sliver of real estate. Come nightfall, the queue for a seat often extends out the door, the long wait list scrawled on a chalkboard inside. The best neighborhood joints, like Buvette, may be designed with friends and neighbors in mind. But when they're this accomplished, they can't stay local for long.

Vitals Eat this: Brandade, steak tartare, rillettes, leg of lamb, coq au vin, tarte Tatin

Drink this: The wine list, limited to France and Italy, includes Chateau d'Esclans's Whispering Angel, a bright, summery Provence ros available by the glass ($10) or bottle ($39). Among the handful of aperitif cocktails, there's a classic Manhattan ($12) featuring lush WhistlePig Rye (made in Vermont by the former master distiller at Maker's Mark).

Sit here: The best seats are at the marble bar, which is spacious compared with the cramped two-tops. Big groups can book the big banquet table in back (where Williams offers order-ahead feasts).

Conversation piece: Williams calls her new project a "gastroteque," a made-up word encompassing, she says, "your early-morning coffee, your luncheonette, your stand-up, sit-down dinner." The restaurant opens at 8am on weekdays, serving velvety scrambled eggs, steam-cooked using the milk frother of an espresso machine.

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Venue name: Buvette
Contact:
Address: 42 Grove St
New York
10014
Cross street: between Bedford and Bleecker Sts
Opening hours: Mon–Fri 8am–2am; Sat, Sun 11am–2am
Transport: Subway: 1 to Christopher St–Sheridan Sq
Price: Average main course: $15. AmEx, MC, V
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Killian R

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.

Lauren C

The most adorable, romantic spot. Amazing for delicious tartines all day, though I prefer to go with friends at midnight.

Alexis G

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.

Carrollsfeet
tastemaker

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.

Jaime B

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.