The guys behind the Dutch have a new spot.
It’s with the guys from Joe’s Pub.
It’s in a theater.
So according to the transitive property of restaurants you love, we guess you’re going to eat at a theater...
Introducing The Library at The Public, a bookish enclave of goulash, applejack cocktails and knowledge at the Public Theater, taking reservations now and opening next Tuesday in NoHo.
This is an Avengers-like team of guys from Locanda Verde, the Dutch and Joe’s Pub bringing artisanal champagnes and kielbasa to your dinner-and-a-show date nights. Which puts it solidly into biggest-opening-of-the-fall consideration.
It looks... like a library. Slates and dignified herringbone woods and O. Henry volumes and a reading-lamp-lined bar. It’s low in light and in ceiling, and high in smell-goody leather.
But then again, there’s that bar part—where you’ll take your rum-egg-sour-beer cocktail while peering down at a copy of Candide through a monocle. Alternatively, you could sit and drink with someone after watching whatever troubadour just played at Joe’s.
Even better: grab a seat at one of the three long, curved banquettes that surround the purple-camouflage Indian carpeting (can’t miss it) and eat. It’s trademark Carmellini stuff that sounds kind of suspect but tastes kind of delicious—like short rib goulash, head-on prawns in basil vinaigrette and toasted mini crab rolls.
Okay, that sounded pretty great, actually.
It’s with the guys from Joe’s Pub.
It’s in a theater.
So according to the transitive property of restaurants you love, we guess you’re going to eat at a theater...
Introducing The Library at The Public, a bookish enclave of goulash, applejack cocktails and knowledge at the Public Theater, taking reservations now and opening next Tuesday in NoHo.
This is an Avengers-like team of guys from Locanda Verde, the Dutch and Joe’s Pub bringing artisanal champagnes and kielbasa to your dinner-and-a-show date nights. Which puts it solidly into biggest-opening-of-the-fall consideration.
It looks... like a library. Slates and dignified herringbone woods and O. Henry volumes and a reading-lamp-lined bar. It’s low in light and in ceiling, and high in smell-goody leather.
But then again, there’s that bar part—where you’ll take your rum-egg-sour-beer cocktail while peering down at a copy of Candide through a monocle. Alternatively, you could sit and drink with someone after watching whatever troubadour just played at Joe’s.
Even better: grab a seat at one of the three long, curved banquettes that surround the purple-camouflage Indian carpeting (can’t miss it) and eat. It’s trademark Carmellini stuff that sounds kind of suspect but tastes kind of delicious—like short rib goulash, head-on prawns in basil vinaigrette and toasted mini crab rolls.
Okay, that sounded pretty great, actually.
