Hunan Slurp (112 1st Avenue, East Village)

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Me + Timbo. In the midst of biting a chili pepper.

Apparently food critics have christened the East Village “Chinatown North.” Okay, whatever – but – that means some great new spots have been popping up. Hunan Slurp is the type of place that shines when dining with a group because it’s all about the sharing factor and discussing the exciting flavors. The menu is divided into appetizers, hot dishes and “mifen” – silky rice noodle bowls that are slightly soupy (hence the “Slurp”), and brimming with protein and veg. Everything was spot on – from the sharing possibilities, the current BYOB policy (awaiting their license) and bright, carefully designed (slightly Scandi) environ. The proprietor/chef is an artist which explained the heightened design sense. Diners sit nestled within an almost futuristic capsule of angular blond wood ceiling beams, oversized mirrors and glowing paper lanterns – with slight nods to heritage while feeling almost Jetson-like. Details extend to the stylish brass and ceramic dinnerware which added to the fun. New York is a Sichuan haven, so it was nice to sample straight-up Hunan food.  The spice factor was perfectly tempered, resulting in a little bit o’ lip tingle. Fires were put out by ice cold Narragansetts. It’s been a while since I’ve been to an affordable restaurant that is so fastidious with the entire experience.

Ideal for: Friends who are into New York’s latest food trends, design fiends, semi-adventurous groups (it gets as daring as chicken feet and frog’s legs), showing how urbane you are to open-minded parents/relatives.
Eat up: 
Cucumber and Spare Ribs to start. Skewed Beef (the abundance of toothpicks was slightly funny + a red flag as a must share dish), Whole Fish (shredded and drowning in chopped chili sauce), Wild Pepper & Beef Mifen, String Bean Mifen.
Fancy a nearby nightcap? Holiday Cocktail Lounge for cocktails with 2018 pricing in a mid-century den. William Barnacle Tavern is a musty ex-speakeasy with a penchant for absinthe, connected to the wonderfully programmed Theatre 80. Sophie’s is one of the remaining EV dive bars.

Sevilla (62 Charles Street, West Village)

All roads lead to Sevilla. On a monthly basis I will find any excuse to take someone here, as we’re warmly greeted by waiters in classic uniforms. Sevilla has flanked the corner of Charles and West 4th since the 40s (previously an Irish tavern, reflected in the wood-cut bar, replete with regulars). My family has been coming here for decades and in the past few years I’ve rekindled my loyalty to this window into West Village life. Slide into a (narrow) rickety booth, try (+ definitely don’t mix!) their long list of unwittingly nostalgic cocktails from the Pink Lady to the Dubonnet, followed by a pitcher of sangria and watch the evening blur by.

Ideal for: A leisurely date, a raucous group dinner, indulging your fellow time travelers.
Eat up: Solid Iberian classics: Chicken Empanadas, Manchego, Chorizo and Croquetas to start. Paella Valenciana, Arroz con Pollo, Chicken Extremena and Shrimp Ajillo in all of their garlicky glory. Two main dishes are plenty for three people.
Fancy a nearby nightcap? Sevilla is within arms reach of many longstanding, beloved LGBTQ+ bars, from the Cubby Hole (another spot with an amazing neighborhood view), The Duplex, and Julius. Bobo is great for some pre-dinner happy hour in a whitewashed rustic basement, while St Tropez is the perfect wine bar to keep your date going.

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Every visit is an opportunity to try a different cocktail, then the obligatory sangria + it’s all a blur!