If you want to go big, pre-order the whole dungeness crab. Try the tender venison drenched in a dark brown gravy that tastes like clove and smoke, and don’t miss the Goanese oxtail made with ample amounts of cumin. No meal at Semma would be quite right, however, without a few of the meaty dishes that are harder to find in NYC. Highlights include a crispy uttappam filled with seasonal root vegetables, crunchy Mangalorean cauliflower, and a masala-potato-filled gunpowder dosa that tastes like cheese even though there’s none present. This restaurant serves South Indian regional specialties typically made in rural home settings, and they do so in a narrow space with quintessential West Village charm. We’re fans of every single one, but this is the crown jewel. It’s our favorite place to dine solo in the city.īetween Dhamaka, Adda, and the fast-casual fried chicken depot Rowdy Rooster, the team behind Semma has opened more great restaurants than most of us deserve. If you can’t get a reservation, have a meal at the bar. This place feels fancy without being formal or uptight, and it’s perfect for celebrating anything from an anniversary to when you go a week without texting your ex. With around 20 layers of pasta, it’s almost like a dense, luxurious custard. That cacio e pepe is chewy, spicy, and doused in cheese, and the lasagna is one of the most iconic dishes in the city. The pastas on the menu change frequently, but two always remain: the lasagna and the cacio e pepe. Also in the West Village, I Sodi has a small dining room with around eight tables, and the food here is simple, perfect, and (mostly) Tuscan. This place is from the same owners, and it’s the quiet, understated, more mature version of its sister restaurant.
Via Carota gets a lot of hype, and that hype is well-deserved. Note: I Sodi has moved around the corner to 314 Bleecker Street. Always order the beef tartare and the (world’s most glamorous) endive salad, and don’t be afraid to try any newer additions to the menu. Most of the dishes at this compact spot on Houston Street accentuate whatever is in season, which means you might find celeriac and cuttlefish in warm beurre blanc, or dried shrimp on top of Cara Cara orange wedges. Even after a decade of operation, Estela is one of the best restaurants New York has. And they’d do it all with seductive ease, since that’s exactly the way dinner happens in their dining room above Houston Street.
Rather than landing a double layout dismount with two twists on the uneven bars, Estela would turn an endive salad into food fit for a last meal on earth. Instead of hurling discs like jumbo Ancient Grecians, the restaurant would show off raw scallops over flattened dates with a dab of uni in between. In a hypothetical Restaurant Olympics scenario, we’d nominate Estela to represent New York City. This place is BYOB, which is yet another reason why we’ll do foolish things to eat here. Once you put your name in, pick up a bottle of wine. (The fresh basil is key.) So show up early, stand in line, and be grateful that you have the opportunity to wait for a table at this candle-lit Carroll Gardens institution. This is simple pizza made exceedingly well, and it’s greater than the sum of its parts. Their crust is thin, crispy, and just a little bit chewy, and it maintains immaculate posture while supporting velvety tomato sauce and three types of cheese. Lucali makes us do irrational things, because Lucali serves the best pizza in the city. But not only will we show up to Lucali before the restaurant even opens in order to secure a table-we’ll wait several hours at a bar nearby until that table is ready.
It’s like waiting for sand in the middle of the Sahara. In New York City, standing in line for pizza is one of the most ridiculous things you could do. View Website Earn 3X Points Save to a list
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