This week, FitR’s column in the paper is a review of The New French, the new (not French) restaurant in the West Village.
It’s a sweet little place, with a menu that jumbles together things like burgers, pho, vegetable curry and mussels with fries. But it grew on me, because it’s the sort of menu that you’d like your (hypothetical) chef friend to cook for you at home, if that makes any sense. These are all dishes that people love eating and cooking.
And the story of how the place got its nonsensical name is in the review, if you’re curious.