i'm back, bitches

i ate somewhere tonight that made me totally happy. a little french place.

i am not telling you where it is. if you want to know you have to email me for the name.

it's tiny. it's authentic. it's cool.

the wine is served full to the brim in a tiny little glass and i think they keep filling it up when you aren't looking. there are 4 reds, 4 whites, 1 rose, and 1 champagne to choose from. genius. because seriously, who gives a fuck about wine THAT much. and if you do, you aren't my friend--cause i know you are lying.




the bread is so good. it's not that bubbly, soury, hard bread that they serve you EVERYwhere in manhattan. that shit comes from tom kat bakery. the silver vans with a black cat logo that you see all around town. their bread sucks. attention restaurateurs: cool truck and cool logo does not equal yummy bread. this place toasts the baguet-ish so it's warm when it arrives at your plate and just a tiny crispy on the outside. the butter is delish (hello, rachel ray. gross) and salty and room temperature so it spreads and doesn't damage your slice.



i had lentils. i actually watched the guy take my lentils and mix them up with all the spices and vinegar and stuff. it came in a big bowl like the one french onion soup comes in. it was cold and amazing. the best lentils i have ever had. they weren't mushy or too crunchy, if lentils were pasta, then these were al dente. friend had coque au vin. watched him make the whole thing from scratch. i was blown away. other friend had tagliateli carbonara. we all shared french fries that tasted like french french fries. you know, that subtle difference that makes them awesome? vive le diference!!





seriously. this place is incredible. TINY. two tables and 6 seats at the bar. the owner is tres french, wears a scarf and has a pointy moustache. but it's natural. not forced. for info, just ask. clue: in the lower east side.

BEST PART: they only take cash and american express. it's like i died and went to heaven. a cramped, dark, smelly heaven.

UPDATE! ran into my friend mike simmonds there. really weird cause he was alone and, like i said, the place is tiny. he is a cinematographer for the award winning film "MAN PUSH CART." word up, mike.