No place better displays the quirky charm of West Village architecture than Café Cluny. Connected by a narrow passageway, the dining rooms are at slightly different elevations, the stamped-tin ceiling rises and falls like a wave, and the place is suffused with parchment-colored evening light. On every wall taxonomic specimens are displayed: an array of electric-blue butterflies here, a series of odd fish there, with fern fronds splayed serenely in between. It's as if your great-great-aunt—the... More >>>