Smith's: Less than a block away from the raucous, headache-inducing Macdougal Street bars of your youth lies Smith’s, a narrow oasis of calm, sophistication, and class. If you manage to snag a reservation, sit back in your black leather banquette and order up a grilled lobster with roasted butternut squash puree, courtesy of ex-Bouley chef Pablo Romero. Otherwise, bypass the glossy railroad car dining room and you’ll discover a tiny, concealed bar, tucked away like a velvet-walled haven—one filled with hidden treasures like Allagash ale and ruby-colored Tempranillo. Just keep in mind that the antique mirrored ceiling, bartop, and tables mean there’s no excuse to sit through your evening with food on your chin. |
