Butter: In the tradition of its elderly neighbor, Indochine, this NoHo restaurant and lounge was, for a while, the playground of pint-sized starlets and their restaurateur boyfriends. Today it has been infiltrated by the Us Weekly-reading B&T crowd, leaving only Monday nights to the rich and fabulous. Luckily, the enchanting atmosphere is enough to keep this original place popular for a while. Upstairs, a vaulted, blonde wood ceiling and photo mural of a birch forest feel like some pagan cathedral where the sacraments are lobster and vodka. Downstairs, tree trunks and branches make up the walls, the ceiling, and the bar, and a roaring fire plays on a plasma-screen television. For non A-listers, this might be as close to a ski chalet at Sundance as they’ll ever get. |
